CHAPTER VI Strange Treatment
There was a moment of silence after Kent had spoken. The boys were notafraid of the Wolf boy and his companions, but they had no desire tocamp too close to them. Carter possessed a mean spirit, and they felt itbest to avoid him wherever possible.
"I hardly believe that they will camp out in the woods," Tim said. "I'llbet they will go to a cabin or some more comfortable place. If it isWolf, he won't give us any coffee."
"Or sell us any, either," Mac added.
"We wouldn't need to walk right into that other camp," Barry advised."It ought to be easy to approach the place without making any noise. Ithink we should find out who is camping there."
"Tim and I will go over and scout around," Mac offered.
"All right," Barry nodded. "We'll get supper ready. If anything goeswrong, just sing out and we'll come hopping over."
"Nothing will happen if we get running first," Tim grinned. "Shall weoffer to pay for the coffee?"
"Sure," nodded Kent. "They may have a small supply, and we wouldn't wantto take it away from them. If they give it to you, that will be allright, but we should offer to buy it."
Tim pushed his camping ax down into his belt case. "Come on, Mac. Let'ssee where you spotted that fire."
Leaving Barry and Kent at the campfire, the two brothers hiked off intothe woods to the knoll where Mac had been cutting wood. It was an uphillclimb, and their breath showed in little, frosty clouds before they gotto the place. Finally Mac pointed off through the spruce trees.
"There it is. See that fire down there?"
Following the direction of Mac's mittened finger, Tim saw a small pointof light down in a hollow. It came evidently from a small fire andappeared to be less than a half-mile away. They were unable to seeanything else except the little flame.
"Somebody down there, all right," Tim nodded. "Well, let's go calling."
"And we'll look before we knock," Mac chuckled. "It might be the wronghouse!"
They descended the other side of the knoll and tramped on toward thelone campfire. Underfoot the snow crunched and broke with a cold,snapping sound and the rocks were slippery. The stars stood outbrilliantly overhead, and they had no difficulty in making their waythrough the Vermont forest. They rounded a ragged bluff of rock, and thefire was now very near.
"Slow up now and let's get a good look at this outfit," Mac whispered.
Tim nodded silently, and they began to approach the camp as noiselesslyas possible. Keeping behind friendly trees, they slipped closer andcloser until they could see around the clear space in the center ofwhich a small fire burned fitfully.
"It isn't Wolf and his bunch," Mac whispered.
"No, only a man and a woman," Tim returned, in an equally low tone.
The camp was occupied by a man and a woman. Close beside the fire couldbe seen some camping equipment, a frying pan which had apparently beenplaced in the snow while hot, a knapsack, and a brightly colored blanketand a pair of gloves. Against a near-by stump leaned a rifle, and theman had a hunting knife at his belt. They had just finished supper, andthe smell of fish lingered on the air. The woman was placing chunks ofsnow in a pan, and when this was finished she put the pan on the fire.There was a sizzling sound as the snow on the outside of the pot slidinto the fire.
Before advancing any further, the boys studied the man and womanclosely. They were dark-skinned and looked to be French. Both of themwere warmly dressed for winter travel, and their camping equipment wasbattered and blackened, indicating much use. The woman wore a coat witha rich fur collar, and both of them seemed perfectly at home in thewoods. They exchanged no words and were engrossed in their tasks. Theman was cleaning scraps from a plate while the woman waited for the snowto melt.
Tim reached over and pushed Mac. "Might as well go to it," he said, andthe brothers left the shelter of the trees and approached the camp.
They had advanced several steps before the campers heard them coming.They had left the trees and were crossing the clearing. The woman wasthe first to hear them, and she lifted her head with a swift motion, andher black eyes seemed to glitter like those of an animal who wastrapped. She spoke sharply in French to her companion, who dropped aplate and rose to his feet, his hand running backward toward his huntingknife. The woman looked around at the rifle.
"Hi!" greeted Mac, not very well impressed with the manner of the twocampers. "May we come into your camp?"
"Look like you in ze camp now," said the man, without a smile. "What youwant?"
"We're camping just over the hill," Mac explained, his eyes on thewoman, who had picked up the rifle. She was holding it muzzle down inthe crook of her arm, but her eyes stared at them in a way that neitherof the boys relished. "We found that we had forgotten to bring anycoffee with us, so we saw your fire and came to ask if you could sell usany."
"Sorry if we startled you," Tim added.
"What you want?" the man asked again. The boys looked at him with someastonishment.
"I just told you," Mac answered. "We came to buy some coffee."
"You not come to buy coffee," the man said, his chin coming forward in away that was far from comforting. "You want somet'ing else, eh? Youfollow us, eh?"
"We did not," Tim denied, indignantly. "We're camping up here and we sawyour fire, that is all."
The woman spoke to her companion. "Pierre, listen!" She launched intorapid French, and when she had finished he shrugged his shoulders. Sheturned to the boys suddenly. "We not got coffee. We not got anyt'ing.You go back to your camp. Go back!"
She made a quick motion with the rifle, though she did not lift themuzzle, which still pointed downward. There was no mistaking the impliedthreat or the fact that the boys were not wanted. Mac felt angry attheir unfriendly reception, but he felt it best to retreat at once.
"All right," he said. "We only wanted to buy a little coffee. We weren'tgoing to ask you to give it to us. Come along, Tim."
"We got no coffee. We got not'ing," the woman repeated, and the twinsturned and walked off, their eyes on the alert for any sudden move. Butthe woodsman and his wife stood by the flickering fire motionless.
No word was spoken until they were around the rock bluff, and then theboys looked at each other. "What do you make of that?" Tim asked.
"Well, I'll be hanged if I know," Mac cried. "Wasn't that the limit?They acted as if we were a couple of criminals."
"That's probably what they are," Tim advanced. Mac came to a halt.
"Why, of course! He said something about following them. I'll bet thosetwo are a couple of bad eggs. Maybe we're lucky we got away from them."
Tim urged him on. "Let's get back to the camp," he said, looking overhis shoulder. "See what the other boys think about it."
When they stalked into camp a delightful smell of pork and beans greetedthem. Kent was piling fresh wood on the fire, and Barry was stirring afork around among the beans. The sled had been cleaned off and was readyto serve as a table.
"Hello, what luck?" Barry hailed. "Get any coffee?"
"All we got was an order to get out of the camp pronto," Mac answered.
"Almost got ordered off with a rifle," Tim added, stooping down andwarming his hands over the cook fire.
"What's that?" Barry asked, sharply.
"Was it Wolf's camp?" Kent inquired.
"No, it wasn't. This is what happened." Mac related the story, and theother two boys listened with interest and astonishment.
"Well, you certainly got a cool reception," was Kent's comment.
"Cool!" exploded Tim. "It almost froze us!"
Barry gazed off in the timber in the direction of the hostile camp."That's a mighty queer way for anyone to act when you just go and askthem to sell you coffee."
"Yes, and they had coffee, too," Mac avowed. "I saw the jar of it. Didyou, Tim?"
His brother nodded. "As plain as day, right there beside the fire. Butthey acted as though we were poison."
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They were still discussing it when they sat down to eat, and itfurnished the main topic until bedtime. Gradually they drifted to otherthings and forgot the incident. They did not stay up long after supper.The cold was severe and did not encourage sitting around for more thanan hour after the meal. After cutting a big supply of firewood theydecided to turn in.
"The good old sleeping bags will serve us well tonight," Kent said, asthey prepared to turn in.
Barry brought a pan of melted snow from the fire. "Here is warm water towash in," he announced. "Hurry up and get at it, or it will freeze."
Tim was the first one to wash, and he toweled his face and neck withchattering teeth. "Good night, but this is cold business," heejaculated. "Too icy to wash behind the ears tonight."
Mac pulled off his shoes and shirt and sat on the sleeping bag while hewashed. Then with a yell he slipped inside the warm lining of the bag,doubling up. "Boy, doesn't this feel good!"
It did not take the others long to get into their bags. Barry and Kentshared one tent, and the twins had the other. After a few words theywent to sleep, and utter stillness settled over the winter camp.
Several hours later Barry awoke and crawled out of the bag, shivering inthe cold air. The fire was low, and he wanted to keep it going so thatthey could make a quick blaze in the morning. He pulled on his shoes andslipped into his Mackinaw. His hat followed, and then he stepped up andout of the tent, rubbing his hands.
He halted with a little shock. A short man in corduroy trousers andwoodsman's boots stood at the edge of the clearing, looking around thecamp. At sight of Barry he crouched and fairly sprang into the bushes,beating a retreat from the place. His form had been shadowy andindistinct. Barry roused from his state of surprise.
"Here!" he called out, sharply. "What do you want? Who are you?"
There was no answer from the one who had been watching the camp. All wasprofoundly silent.