CHAPTER XIV
THE BEAR'S TRAIL
Bert Wilson was carefully examining his camera, sitting at a table inthe cozy quarters of Cabin No. 2, where he and his chums had gatheredafter the day's hunt. When he had adjusted the shutter, which had stuckseveral times of late, thereby spoiling some fine pictures, Bert tookup his gun, and began taking that apart to clean it.
"I say! What's up?" questioned Tom, who was lying lazily on his back ona blanket-covered couch, staring at the flicker of the flames on theceiling. "Getting ready for an expedition, Bert?"
"Well, I sort of feel it in my bones that I'll get a bear to-morrow, ora deer anyhow, and I'm taking no chances," was the answer.
"Going to get the game with your gun or your camera?" asked Jack.
"Both," was the quick answer. "I'll snapshot him first and pot himafterward."
"If he lets you," laughed George. "But I'd like to see any healthy bearstand for having Bert poke a camera in his face, and then shoot a slugof lead into him."
"You watch my smoke--that's all," said Bert significantly, as he wenton cleaning his gun.
"What's the program for to-morrow?" asked Jack, who, like Tom, wasdoing nothing, and taking considerable pains at it.
"Well, I thought we'd go off on an all-day hunt again," was the younghost's answer, for Tom was really in that position, it being on hisinvitation, through his father, that the boys had come to the huntingcamp.
"That idea suits me," responded Jack. "But take along more grub than wedid last time. I was hungry before we got back."
"Why don't we shoot what we want to eat?" suggested George. "I neverread of a party of hunters having to depend on canned stuff or thegrocery when they were really good shots, as we are!" and he puffedhimself up with pretended pride. "What's the use taking a lot of grubalong when you can shoot a partridge or two, and broil 'em over thecoals of an open fire? Doesn't that sound good?"
"It _sounds_ a great deal better than it really is," spoke Tom. "Thatsort of thing is all right to read about, but I like my game to standa little after being killed. And it's hard to dress and get readyanything when you're on a tramp. So I think we'll just take our grubalong. We'll have more time for hunting then."
"That's right," assented Jack.
Bert's interest in his gun prompted George to look after his weapon.Jack and Tom declared theirs were already in perfect shape for themorrow's sport, providing they saw any game.
"I do wish we'd spot a bear," said Jack, with an envious sigh.
"Not much chance of that," came from Tom. "I asked Sam about that, andhe said while bears were plentiful in this part of the Adirondacks,at certain seasons, this wasn't exactly the time for them. They'reprobably in their caves, or hollow logs, waiting for Candlemas Day, tocome out and look for their shadows."
"Do you really believe in that superstition--that if a bear, or aground hog, does see his shadow on that day, there'll be six weeks moreof Winter, and if he doesn't, there won't?" asked George.
"There you go again--shooting questions at us!" laughed Tom. "No, Idon't believe it, but lots of folks do."
"Did Sam say anything about the chances for getting more deer?" Bertwanted to know.
"Well, yes, he admitted there were plenty this year. But I've shotmine, so I'm not interested," Tom said.
"I'm counting on a bear-skin rug to put in front of my bed," remarkedJack. "Then when I have to jump up in the cold, I can warm my feetbefore I start to dress."
"Nothing like comfort," spoke Bert. "Going to have your bear's skintanned with the head on, Jack?"
"Yes, I think I will."
"Better get your bear first," said Tom grimly. "Well, let's lay outplans for to-morrow's hunt. What trail shall we take? I rather fancy,from what Sam said, that the old lumber road will be best to start on.Maybe we can make Camp No. 3 in the day's tramp, and do some huntingalong the way."
"That's rather too much of a risk, isn't it?" asked Jack. "We couldeasily make Camp No. 3 in a day's tramp, if we started out from hereearly enough, and didn't waste any time following game trails. But ifwe try to do any hunting, we're likely to be delayed. Then we won't beable to start for camp until late. We may not reach it, and not be ableto get back here and then----"
"Great Scott!" cried Tom. "Have you any more if and but calamities upyour sleeve, old man? If you have, trot 'em out. We can make Camp No. 3all right, and do some hunting, too. Why, it's a good trail once we getover the mountain and strike the road to Ramsen. That's what Sam said."
Tom spoke of going over the mountain, but what he meant was goingover the ridge of the highest range which they were then among. Forthe mountains were all around them, differing in height and ruggedappearance only.
"Well, go ahead and let's try it, then," said Jack, with a shrug of hisshoulders. "And if anything happens, don't blame me!"
"We won't, as long as you don't say 'I told you so!'" exclaimed Bert."That always makes me mad."
"All right--let it go at that," suggested Tom. "Then we'll take as muchtime as we want for hunting to-morrow, and strike for Camp No. 3 whenwe feel like it. We'll take along some grub, and make coffee as usual.That sounds good."
"And I do hope I get a bear--or deer," murmured Bert. "If I don't I'mgoing to----"
"Hark!" suddenly interrupted Tom. He sat up quickly, in a listeningattitude on the couch.
"Nothing but the wind," murmured George, as a shutter rattled.
"Hark!" ordered Tom again.
There was some sound outside. All the boys heard it plainly, and a dogthey had borrowed that day from Sam, to help them in tracking any gameon the trail of which they might get, sat up and growled.
"Someone is out there," said Tom in a whisper.
"Some animal--a skunk, maybe," suggested Bert. "I'm going to stay in. Idon't like him--not for a scent!" and he laughed at his own joke.
Tom, however, was softly getting up from the couch. He looked fixedlytoward one certain window.
"Jack, turn the light out suddenly!" he ordered in a whisper. "Bert,have your gun ready."
"Do you really think it is--anyone?" asked Bert, as he reached for hisgun, which he had finished cleaning, and put together again.
"Someone or--something," went on Tom, and his voice did not rise abovea whisper. He moved slowly over toward the window.
"Here goes the glim!" Jack announced, and at once the cabin wasdarkened. It took but a minute, however, for the boys' eyes to becomeaccustomed to the change, and they saw moonlight streaming through thewindow toward which Tom was moving. The others followed him, walkingsoftly.
"There he goes--it _is_ someone!" hoarsely whispered Bert, and hepointed to a black figure stealing over the snow. It was plainly insight, for the ground was deeply covered with snow.
"It's a bear!" George burst out. "It's a bear! Where's my gun? Where doyou shoot a bear, anyhow? I don't want to spoil the skin. Say, where'smy gun?"
"Dry up!" ordered Tom sharply. "It isn't a bear!"
"It is so!" began George. "Where's my----"
Before anyone could stop him, or object, Bert had slipped to the door,opened it, and had fired his gun at the retreating black object.
"Look out!" Tom cried. "You might kill him! That's a man--not a bear,Bert!"
"I know it," was the calm answer. "I only fired over his head to scarehim. Look at him scoot, would you?"
And indeed the black object that George had thought was a bear suddenlystraightened up, revealing itself to be a man. He ran with fast stridestoward the circle of woods that were all about the hunting cabin. Theman reached the shelter of the black trees a little later, and was soonlost to sight.
"A man!" gasped George. "It was a man!"
"That's what it was," added Bert.
"Well, what do you know about that?" demanded Jack. "Was he sneakingaround this cabin?"
"That's about it," answered Tom.
"But who was he?"
"That's for us to guess," went on the young hunter. "But I fancy I cancome pretty
near it."
"You mean Professor Skeel?" asked Bert.
"Him, or one of his two friends."
"But what would he, or they, be doing around our cabin?"
"That," said Tom, and he spoke more soberly than he had for some time,"that is something I'd give a great deal to learn. It's a mysterythat's been bothering me for some time."
The chums looked at their friend in silence for a moment, and then Jackremarked:
"I'm going to have a peep around outside."
The others followed, two of them carrying guns. They made a circuitof the cabin in the moonlight, but no other uninvited callers wereobserved. There were footprints about the shack, however, which showedthat the man, whoever he was, had been listening under several of thewindows.
"Well, he didn't hear any secrets, for we weren't talking any," Tomsaid with a laugh, as he and his chums went indoors again.
"Except to say that we were going to Camp No. 3 to-morrow," said Bert.
"That's no secret."
But it was the very information the man, who had been eavesdroppingunder the window, had come to obtain. He ran off with a smile ofsatisfaction on his evil face.
"They've got nerve--firing at me!" he muttered, not thinking of his own"nerve" in doing what he had done.
The boys were rather alarmed for a while, and quite indignant. Theydecided to take some harsh measures, if need be, to keep Skeel and hiscronies off the game preserve. And with this resolve they went to bed,for they wanted to make an early start the next morning.
Ten o'clock the next day found our four friends well on their way toCamp No. 3. They had started their hunt in that general direction.It was an hour later, when, after several false alarms, the dog gavetongue to a peculiar cry.
"What's that?" asked Jack.
"It's a bear!" decided Bert. "Sam said the dog would yelp that way whenhe struck the trail. Come on, fellows!"
They ran forward to rejoin their dog, that had gone on ahead. He wasnow barking fast and furiously, and had evidently gotten on the trackof something.
"Yes, it is a bear!" decided Tom, when he had noted the tracks in thesnow. "And they're fresh, too, otherwise the dog couldn't smell 'em!They won't lie long on snow. Go on, old sport!" and thus encouragedthe dog bounded forward.
How the bear came to be out at that time of the year, the boys did notstop to think. But they eagerly followed the trail. It led on throughthe woods, and they hardly noted their direction.
At noon they stopped for a hasty lunch, grudging the time it took, forthey were anxious to get sight of the big game. Once more they were onthe trail.
"But it seems to be getting dark suddenly," commented Jack. "I wonderif we'd better keep on?"
"Certainly--why not?" asked Bert. "The trail is getting fresher all thewhile. Come on, we'll have him soon. He's a big one, too!"
Again the boys pressed forward, the dog baying from time to time.