CHAPTER V The Start Upriver
A few days after the victorious soccer game with Berkley the high schoolclosed for the Christmas vacation. With whoops of joy the boys and girlspoured out of the institution of learning and started home, eager forthe holiday and all the good things connected with it. A light snow hadfallen the night before, and the country was clothed with a blanket ofwhite.
"Tomorrow night Tim will sit up and try to see what Santa Claus lookslike," Mac grinned, as the four boys walked down the main street. "Healways does, until Pa chases him to bed. He----"
Tim cut his speech short by neatly planting a hastily packed snowballback of Mac's ear. His brother returned the fire, and finally Kent andBarry joined in, the fun becoming fast and furious. A group across thestreet began to bombard them, and then the four chums turned on thecommon enemy. In this manner, enjoying the sharp air and thegood-natured fun, the boys came to Barry's door and stopped for a finalword.
"When shall we get started?" Tim asked.
"I think we ought to light out on the morning after Christmas," Barrysaid.
"I don't know about that," Kent objected. "We have to buy someprovisions and pack our sled, and we won't want to do that on Christmas.Let's make it two days after the great holiday."
The others agreed to this. "As far as I can see, nobody knows why we aregoing," Mac said.
"No, I think everyone believes that we are just going off on a campingtrip," said Barry. "That is what we want them to think. After all, wemay not learn a thing about the mystery, and in that case our trip willbe just a winter camp."
"But we'll work like the dickens to get a line on the spook," promisedKent, as they parted.
Christmas Day was cold and gray, and late in the afternoon it began tosnow. For several hours the light flakes fell, and the boys werebeginning to worry. If the snow became too deep, their trip would haveto be put off, and it looked very much as though the ice on the riverwould be covered in such a way that skating would be impossible. But theday following the holiday a wind blew the snow into drifts and banks andKent reported that the river was clear enough to skate on.
Christmas Day passed off quietly, and the boys enjoyed it. There weregifts and family gatherings and a cheery air in general. The next daythey busied themselves, preparing to go on their trip. In Kent's barnthere was a wide, low sled, and they began to pack it with supplies andfood. Late in the afternoon they stood in a group and surveyed it.
"Guess everything is on there," Barry said thoughtfully.
"I can't think of anything else," Kent admitted.
"Who is going to pull the sled at the start?" Tim asked, roping an axdown firmly.
Kent winked at Barry. "Seems like you twins ought to pull it all theway," he said. "You are both the same size and would show up well inharness!"
"We wouldn't look any better than you would," Mac retorted. "Let's flipa coin to see who pulls first."
Several tosses of the coin indicated that Kent was to pull the sledfirst, and the twins pounded him on the back in derision. Darkness wasnow falling fast, and they separated for the night.
"What time are we starting?" Tim asked.
"We'll get going at eight o'clock," Barry decided. "There isn't anygreat hurry. We'll hunt a little on the way up there and can camp outtomorrow night."
To the four boys, impatient to be on their way, the night seemed a longone, but the day of the start finally came and they were ready to go.Mr. Garrison had a final word with Barry.
"Here are the keys to the Bronson cabin, and this one is for the lodge,"he told his son, as the latter laced up his high-top lumberman shoes."You can look around all you want to, but keep out of trouble. I'drather that you would not camp in the lodge unless there seems to besome good reason for doing so."
"All right," Barry agreed. "But it will be permissible to look throughthe place, won't it, Dad?"
"Oh, surely. I want you to go through the lodge, but I think you'll bemore comfortable in Bronson's cabin. The lodge is a big, rambling placeand not easy to heat. Have a good time, and start back in time forschool again."
Barry promised, and after bidding his family good-bye he was off on atrot across the intervening yards to Kent's barn. He found hiscompanions there, tying a few last minute articles fast. They greetedhim joyously.
"We were just going over to ask your mother if you were up yet!" Machailed.
"She would have told you that I've been up a long time," Barry smiled.
Kent slung his skates over his shoulder. "I guess we're ready to go," hesaid. "Who'd we decide had to pull the sled?"
"You know who," Tim answered. "It won't be any weight to pull when itgets on the ice."
The mystery hunters set off for the Buffalo River, which flowed close tothe residential section of Cloverfield. It was a clear, cold day, andtheir spirits rose with each step forward. The sun sparkled on thesnowbanks and the icicles, until all the landscape flashed with beauty.All four of them rejoiced to be alive and able to go.
"I just feel like I could strike out and skate for hours," Mac said.
"It's a dandy day for a snow fight like we had at the high school lastyear," Kent observed. "In fact, a fellow would feel like doing aboutanything on a day like this."
"Except being at home with the mumps or something," Tim chuckled.
"There is the old river," Barry said, as they came in sight of theBuffalo. "Now we can get into real action."
They sat on a rotted log beside the river and put on their skates. Itwas a cold job, and more than once they paused to blow on chilledfingers. But at last the skates were adjusted and the campers were readyto swing up the river toward Lake Arrowtip. They clumped down the sideof the bank and slid out on the ice, cutting a few circles by way ofwarming up. Kent hooked the rope of the sled to the belt of hisMackinaw.
"I guess we're about ready," he nodded, and with a ringing sound therunners of the skates slid forward and they were away on their journeyupriver.
For over a mile they kept up a fast pace and then moderated it somewhat,settling down to an even gait that would take them a long way from homeif maintained for any length of time. They passed a few skaters and onegroup of high school boys in particular, with whom they paused to chat.From them they gleaned the information that Carter Wolf and some of hisfriends had started on their trip, going in a roundabout way by motortruck.
"They'll find it a rough journey over any of these roads to LakeArrowtip," Barry commented, as they resumed their skating.
"I'd rather go this way or even to hike it," Kent nodded.
"I guess Wolf would rather go the most comfortable way," Mac observed."I'll bet the truck was heated in some way. I'm even surprised that Wolfwill go camping in the winter time."
Leaving Cloverfield far behind them, the boys followed the little riverinto the deep woods. In the forest the stream became narrower, but therewas room for all of them, and they had gone seven miles before it becamenecessary to leave the ice sheet and take to the shore. They came atlast to a place where a log was frozen broadside into the ice and a massof refuse spoiled the smooth, glassy surface.
"First detour," sang out Barry. "What do you say we hike some and see ifwe can bring down a rabbit?"
The others were agreeable, and they took to the shore. The trees weresufficiently far back from the banks to allow them to proceed. Pullingthe sled was harder, and Barry relieved Kent of it. They tramped along,and just before noon Mac took a shot at a squirrel, but missed.
"Bum shot," he exclaimed, in disgust.
"You needn't lament over that," Kent consoled. "It would be quite a jobto bring that lightning dodger down with a rifle."
At noontime they halted and made temporary camp. The twins cut into thewet wood and hewed to the center for the dry heart of it. The other twoboys scraped away the snow and piled some rocks for a fireplace. Aftersome fanning and blowing, the damp wood caught fire and blazed up.
Kent searched am
ong the articles on the sled and then straightened up."Say, look here. Did anybody think to bring coffee?"
The other three boys looked at one another blankly. "I didn't," Barryadmitted, and the twins admitted the same.
"We can live without it," Mac pointed out.
"Sure we can, but you know how good it tastes on a camping trip,especially in winter. We haven't even got cocoa along. And I was surethat the sled was fully packed! Is there any place that we can get italong the line?"
"We could swing away from the river a little bit and get it at FoxPoint," Barry said.
"We'll do that, then. I guess we can go without it for a few days. Comeon and get your plates out."
The journey was resumed immediately after dinner, and they skated for afew miles. Then some rocks made it necessary for them to go around, andthey walked some more. Chancing to see an old mill on a branch of theriver, they explored it, and before long nightfall was upon them andthey stopped to make an overnight camp. Two small camping tents were setup and sleeping bags spread out. Then they made a fireplace and gathereda supply of wood. By the time that the fire was going it was pitch dark,and the flames flashed up into the inky blackness like living tongues,throwing the black tree trunks into bold relief against the whitebackground of the snow-covered earth.
"Fellows, this is just right!" Tim exclaimed, looking around him withdelight. Barry and Kent were bent over the fire, and Mac was coming inwith a load of wood on his shoulder.
"It's colder camping than we are used to," Kent remarked.
Mac threw his load of wood on the ground. "Boys, we may be able to getsome coffee," he said. "There is another campfire just a short distanceover there."
The others looked up with interest. "Where?" Barry and Kent asked inchorus.
Mac pointed in the direction from which he had brought the wood. "Just alittle way over there. I was chopping wood on the top of a knoll, and Icould see their fire through the trees."
"We could go over there and borrow some coffee," Tim said.
"It would be nice to know who our neighbors are," Barry commented.
"Unless," said Kent, slowly, "those neighbors happen to be Carter Wolfand his particular friends. If so, the less they know about ourwhereabouts, the better for us."