Prisoners in Devil's Bog

  CHAPTER XXX

  DEVIL'S BOG

  Dawn finally came, and they waited anxiously for the light to filterthrough the trees sufficiently for them to be on their way. It was adisheartening sight that the light disclosed, for nothing but trees andswamp seemed to surround them and they could see no road or trail.

  Skippy had been to the top of the tree, but it was not high enough fora lookout. "There's so many other trees higher'n this, it can't bedone," he said, disappointed. "An' how we gonna climb those high treeswhen they can't be climbed, huh?"

  Nickie shrugged his shoulders. "The next thing we gotta think of ischow."

  Skippy grinned. "We got lots of mud--nothing but. Gee whiz, I'm hungry."

  "It's too bad we couldn't 'a' knocked off that blamed owl, hah? We'd'a' got some sleep maybe an' we'd 'a' had some breakfast on his fatneck."

  They started off with high hopes. It was all a chance, Skippy reasoned,and they hadn't any idea what direction would be best. The thing to do,then, was to go and keep on going, trusting to luck that they wouldcome out somewhere.

  They wallowed through miles and miles of mud, trying with long stickseach dubious looking stretch of swamp in their path. Often they wereforced to turn back and circle great pools of silent black water whereon the thick green scum the thin rays of sunlight smiled in derision.

  And then noonday arrived, with the sun hot and mocking directly overthe tops of the trees. Below in Devil's Bog was a steaming heat thatseemed to hiss out of the black, miry ground and every stir of air soonlost its freshness in the dank smell of the place.

  Toward mid-afternoon Nickie lost his head a little. "S'pose weshouldn't get out, kid?" he cried. "S'pose we should go on like thisfor days--we'd starve--we'd be eaten up with them mosquitoes orsomethin'."

  Skippy tried to laugh. "I'd rather be eaten up with _somethin'_,Nickie--honest!"

  "Aw, I know, kid. Here, I'm older'n you--I shouldn't lose my head.Looks like I'm yeller, hah?"

  "Go on--it looks like you're mud and so'm I. Gee whiz, my aunt'd have afit if she could see this suit. She paid six bucks for it on a Hundredand Twenty-fifth Street."

  "Holy Smoke, will we ever see a Hundred and Twenty-fifth Street again!Kid, if we'd only waited a little while longer, hah? Devlin had beennosin' in that bog since he left the house an' we saw he was on his wayto Hillbriar. If we'd only waited--the coast woulda been clear."

  "What's the use thinkin' about 'if'? Gee whiz, we're here an' that'sall there's to it. Anyway, we got each other. Poor Frost, in a way Ifeel kinda sorry for him if he's wand'rin' 'round like us. It must beterrible havin' no buddy to talk to in a place like this."

  Nickie was touched. "I didn't think of it that way, kid. I oughta beglad an' I _am_ glad. I'd know somethin' all right, all right, if Ididn' have you. Didn't I say it seemed like Fate you'n me took such ashine to each other? Anyways, I felt you was regular the minute youcome in the car."

  Skippy looked at him. Somehow he hadn't thought about Nickieparticularly--he had never defined his feelings except that he knew hedisliked the boy that the old Nickie represented, the sullen, defiantand lawless Nickie. But the new Nickie, and there _was_ a new one,walking and suffering beside him; he was kind, thoughtful and best ofall loyal.

  He put his arm through Nickie's. "I like you the way you are now--youknow it! An' if you stay that way--you know what I mean--cut out theslippery stuff an' do like your aunt wants you to, I think mebbe Mr.Conne would stand your probation."

  "You mean he'd get me sprung?" Nickie asked, incredulously.

  "If you'd promise to be like you are now an' stick to it--that'sshowin' how much of a friend you are, Nickie."

  Nickie stopped and put out his slim, muddy hand. "There's my mitt onit, pal!" he grinned. Then he looked puzzled. "Say, how come you got somuch drag with Carlton Conne--that big dick, hah?"

  It was Skippy's turn to grin. "Sump'n tells me Mr. Conne would say itwas all right for me to tell _you_. Listen...."

  And Nickie listened, fascinated. They trudged along arm in arm, digginginto the mire before them with their sticks and forgetting, as Skippytalked, that they were weary and hungry and almost despairing.

  The afternoon was waning when they noticed that the trees werebeginning to thin out ahead. The underbrush was much less dense andtherefore they were able to walk faster despite the fact that theground was even more miry than any they had yet encountered.

  Skippy was beginning to feel a little hope. Were they not almost out ofthe woods when the trees thinned out like this? He had almost convincedhimself that they were, when he saw just before him several largefootsteps in the slimy ground.

  His finger trembled as he pointed to them. "Look, Nickie!"

  Nickie nodded his head slowly and whispered, "Devlin's!"

  They were standing there trying to decide whether to run or not whenthey saw, still a little farther on, a dark object lying on the ground.There was something so significant about its size and shape that amutual horror of it impelled them on, despite themselves.

  Frost was lying face downward in the mud.

  Skippy bit at his under lip to keep from shouting. Nickie had graspedhis arm and was shaking like an aspen leaf. Suddenly, they heard asound from behind a tree not ten feet distant.

  Devlin stepped out before they could move. He was grave, unsmiling asever and his eyes glittered coldly. "Too bad, isn't it," he saidenigmatically.

  Skippy could only gasp; Nickie could only shake.

  "It's dangerous to run off in this bog," Devlin boomed in his funerealvoice. "A person can meet almost any kind of a death, as you see. Youboys might be lying there instead of Frost, eh? Well, it's lucky Ifound you."

  It was too true--Devlin had found them!