CHAPTER XXIII
SEARCHING FOR THE HERMIT
"Let's go to his help!" exclaimed Bob.
"Come on!" cried Ned.
"You had better not," said the woman, in a calm voice. "It is probablyonly the police after him for the many murders he has committed, and wehad better not interfere. Besides if you want me to take you to yourcamp you had better come, as I have my house work to do before sunrise."
She started to lead the way, and, though the boys felt inclined tofollow and see what became of the hermit, they concluded it would bebetter to go back to camp.
Kate seemed to have lost much of her excited manner as she led themthrough the woods, over a scarcely discernible path. Neither the fastgathering darkness nor the maze of trees seemed to confuse her. She madebetter progress than did the boys or the professor, as they were notfamiliar with the ground.
"Well of all the queer adventures we've had," remarked Ned to Jerry,who had lagged somewhat in the rear with him, "this is the worst. Thinkof going to capture a murderer and then being led home by an insanewoman! I wonder what will come next?"
The journey to camp took some time, as the path was hard for the boysand professor to follow, and several times Kate had to wait for them tocatch up to her. At last, however, she brought them out near the littleopen place where the auto stood, and the boys breathed a sigh of relief.
"Our car is safe, anyhow," said Jerry. "Now for some sleep."
"Ain't we going to have something to eat first?" demanded Bob in anaggrieved tone.
The others laughed at Chunky's sorrowful voice.
"We'll see," said Jerry. "Perhaps you would like a cup of chocolate," hewent on, turning to Kate.
"No, thank you," she said. "I must not stay here. I want to see if theyhave captured the murderer, so I will go back," and, turning suddenly,she returned over the path they had come, her footsteps growing fainterand fainter.
"Come on, let's make the chocolate," said Bob, when Kate had gone.
Jerry soon had the beverage in preparation, and they all enjoyed it.Then they fixed up the beds in the shack, and soon were slumbering, tootired even to post a guard, though, as events proved, there was no needfor one.
"Well," remarked Jerry, after breakfast had been eaten, "I suppose wemay as well push on for Arizona. No use staying here since the mysteryis solved."
"I don't believe it is solved," spoke Professor Snodgrass, suddenly."I'm not altogether satisfied about that hermit."
"You don't think he's a murderer, do you?" asked Ned.
"No, but there is something odd about him. I can not get over thefeeling that I have met him before, or some relative of his. Yet I cannot recall it clearly. He has certain queer little actions that remindme of some one. I would like to see him again."
"If you want to, I think I could find our way back to the cabin in theday time," spoke Ned.
"I took pretty good notice of the trail when we went over."
"I wish you could," said the professor, eagerly. "I want to have a talkwith that old man. Besides, I think I can get some more specimens athis hut. I saw a fine lizard around the door step in the afternoon."
So it was decided they would pay another visit to the hermit's cabin.Accordingly they started off after dinner, and, led by Ned, followed thetrail. They went astray several times, and had to search about for thepath, but finally they came to the place where Kate had halted them theday before to go forward and peer at the hut.
"Shall we go right on now?" asked Ned, pausing to see what the restwanted to do. "The cabin is just ahead."
"Go on," said Mr. Snodgrass.
They came out into the little glade, in which the cabin stood. As theyemerged from the woods they saw Kate standing in front of the hut,crying.
"What is the matter?" asked the professor.
"They have taken the poor old man away and killed him!" sobbed the woman.
"It's another of her imaginations," said Ned, softly. "Probably thehermit is inside."
But when they looked he was not to be seen, and his bed showed that ithad not been slept in that night.
"Will you help me hunt for him?" asked Kate.
"Certainly we will," answered the professor.
"Then follow me!" exclaimed the woman, striding off into the woods.
She led the way, explaining in disjointed sentences, yet so that shecould be understood, that the old man frequently imagined some one wasafter him. At such times he would go to one or another of his hidingplaces, of which he had a number in the different parts of the woods.
But this time he was not to be found easily. Place after place,including caves and deep ravines, were visited by the searchers, butthere was no sign of the hermit.
"I am sure he has been killed," said Kate in a sorrowful tone. "And hewas the kindest man that ever lived."
"I thought you said he was a murderer," spoke the professor, wonderingin what strange channels the woman's mind ran.
"So he is!" exclaimed Kate, "but he is a good murderer, and not one ofthe bad kind."
"Poor woman," sighed Mr. Snodgrass. "Her mind is hopelessly gone."
Kate started off in a different direction, and the boys and theprofessor followed her. She went at a rapid pace, and soon the travelerswere aware that they were going up hill. The trail became more steep asthey advanced, until they were panting from their exertions. Yet thecrazy woman did not seem to become exhausted by the hard pace in theleast.
"There is the hill!" she exclaimed at last, pointing upward, and theboys saw ahead of them a big half round mound, at the very summit ofwhich was an immense tree.
"He sometimes stays in that tree," spoke Kate, as they neared the bigforest giant.
"In the tree? I presume you mean he has a sort of platform built amongthe branches," said the professor. "A number of Indian tribes live thatway."
"He lives right inside the tree what little time he does live up here,"replied Kate. "The trunk is hollow, and he crawls into it, and hidesuntil all danger is past. We will soon see if he is there."
An examination of the hollow trunk, however, showed that the hermit wasnot within, nor did the place disclose any signs of his having beenthere recently. Kate showed the despair she felt and the professor andthe boys could not help feeling disappointed. For a while they stoodbeneath the spreading branches, wondering what would be best to do.
All at once the professor, who had been intently gazing up into theleafy branches, gave utterance to an exclamation.
"There it is!" he cried. "A regular beauty! I must secure that if Inever get another. Keep quiet, every one."
"It's another specimen," said Jerry. "Can't you forget them for once,professor?"
"This seems to be a sloth or an ant-bear," replied the scientist, ashe made preparations to climb the tree. "It has long white whiskers, ablack body and no tail. Wait until I crawl up and get it."
"Never mind coming up, I'm coming down," spoke a voice, seeming to comefrom the animal, the capture of which the professor was intent upon.
"Bless my soul, it's a combined sloth and parrot!" exclaimed theprofessor. "That is a rare animal-bird. I must secure it at all hazards.Help me, boys."
But there was no need for help, as, the next instant, two dangling legsdescended from the lower branches of the tree, to be followed, a littlelater by a body, and then came a mass of white hair and whiskers.
"It's the old hermit!" cried Bob.
"Yes! It's him! it's him!" cried Kate. "He is safe! We have found him."
"Be quiet!" cautioned the old man, when he had reached the ground."There may be spies all around, though I think I have escaped them forthe time being."
"How did you get here?" asked Kate.
"I ran as soon as I heard the noise of men coming after me," replied theaged man. "But I did not dare get into the hollow trunk, for fear ofbeing seen. So I just crawled up into the branches, and there I'd be yetif the professor had not mistaken me for a specimen."
"You can come down in safe
ty," said Mr. Snodgrass, "as there seems to beno one in the neighborhood but ourselves."
"That's good," was the rejoinder, "but there is no telling when some onemay come. I think I will go back to my own cabin."
The hermit started off with Kate, the others following. He had notproceeded far when he uttered an exclamation:
"There is one of them!"
At the same instant a roughly dressed man appeared in the narrow path,as if by magic. At sight of him the hermit turned and fled back into thewoods.