[Illustration: "You Ruffian!"--Frontispiece. ] ----------------------------------------------------------------------- GRACE HARLOWE'S OVERLAND RIDERSIN THE GREAT NORTH WOODS by Jessie Graham Flower, A. M. Illustrated THE SAALFIELD PUBLISHING COMPANYAkron, Ohio--New YorkMade in U. S. A. ----------------------------------------------------------------------- Copyright MCMXXI By THE SAALFIELD PUBLISHING COMPANY ----------------------------------------------------------------------- CONTENTS PAGE CHAPTER I--ON THE BIG WOODS TRAIL. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 11 The Overlanders, arriving at their destination, are told that their guide is busy doing the family washing. Hippy and Hindenburg, the bull pup, make a hit. Emma Dean wishes she had stayed at home. The "untamed" bronco entertains the villagers. CHAPTER II--THE VOICE OF NATURE. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 18 "Why don't yer feed the critter some soothin' syrup?" jeers a villager. Emma reads the message of the hermit thrush. On the way to the "Big Woods. " Trouble is threatened at Bisbee's Corners. The Overlanders attacked by roistering lumberjacks. CHAPTER III--THE CHARGE OF THE JACKS. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 31 "Out of this, lively!" shouts Tom Gray. The fight in the village street. Hippy and Tom rescue an unfortunate Indian from the jacks. Willy Horse follows and overtakes his rescuers. "You Big Friend--Big Medicine!" The new guide creates a sensation. CHAPTER IV--A HUMAN TALKING MACHINE. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 42 Joe Shafto lays down the law to her charges. Tom Gray admits that he is at fault. Emma announces that some of her ancestors were birds. Hippy advises the guide to eat angel food. A wild beast in the cabin of the forest woman. CHAPTER V--OVERLANDERS GET A JOLT. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 53 "A bear! A bear under the table!" Grace Harlowe's companions thrown into panic. Nora puts her foot in a platter of venison. The guide explains that Henry, the bear, is a "watch dog. " Hippy and the bear meet in hand-to-hand conflict. CHAPTER VI--CAMPING UNDER THE GIANT PINES. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 63 "Sick 'im, Hindenburg!" gasps Hippy. The bull pup saves his master, and Henry gets a beating. Tom shows how to read the forest "blazes. " The Overland Riders pitch their first camp in the great forest. Emma gets a message from the air. The lull before the storm. CHAPTER VII--FELLED BY A MYSTERIOUS BLOW. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 74 Tom and Grace hearken to warning sounds in the trees. "Quick! Get the girls out!" A rush from an unknown peril. Hippy declares that "Nature is an old fogy. " Crashing reverberations are heard in the forest. "Hippy's hurt!" cries Elfreda Briggs. CHAPTER VIII--THEIR FIRST DISASTER. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 80 Tom informs his companions that their camp has been wiped out. Building a fire in the rain. Overland girls learn the secrets of the forest. Joe Shafto boxes Hippy's ears. The pet bear is welcomed with a club. A startling assertion. CHAPTER IX--LUMBERJACKS SEEK REVENGE. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 91 "The skidway was tampered with!" Overland tents are destroyed. Tom gets a cold welcome. A warning of timber thieves. Lean-tos are built for the night's camp. "How can we go to bed with one side of the house out?" wonders Emma. Awakened by an explosion. CHAPTER X--MYSTERY IN THE FALL OF A TREE. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 102 Hippy is assisted down the river bank by a flying tree limb. The camp of the Overlanders again suffers disaster. "Hurry! We've set the woods on fire!" Battling with a forest fire. Hippy wants to dream of food. A disturbing outlook. CHAPTER XI--THE THREAT OF PEG TATEM. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 115 Henry sleeps on high. The bear and the bull pup scent trouble. The foreman of Section Forty-three goes trouble-hunting. Settlement is demanded of the Overlanders for the burned trees. "Skip! Get out!" orders Lieutenant Wingate. Peg starts a row. CHAPTER XII--A SHOT FROM THE FOREST. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 121 Tom Gray attacked by the lumberman. The jacks take a hand. Hippy uses a firebrand as a weapon. Overlanders badly punished. Shots from the forest shatter Peg's wooden leg. Henry paws his way into the fight. The Overlanders meet a fresh mystery. CHAPTER XIII--A BLAZED WARNING. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 132 Grace Harlowe's party seeks a change of scene. The bent arrow points to danger. The end of a long night's journey through the forest. The mournful wail of a timber wolf carries a meaning to Emma Dean. "Put out that fire!" commands the forest ranger. CHAPTER XIV--THEIR DAY AT HOME. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 143 The caller at the Overland camp grows threatening. Henry sounds a warning growl. Ordered to leave the forest. Emma tells the ranger how to get rid of wolves. "I reckon you haven't heard the last of Peg Tatem. " CHAPTER XV--THE WAY OF THE BIG WOODS. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 150 Newcomers arouse the apprehensions of the Overland Riders. "Put up yer hands!" comes the stern command. Deputy sheriffs inform the Overlanders that they are under arrest. Joe Shafto fires a warning shot at their annoying callers. CHAPTER XVI--WILLY HORSE SHOWS THE WAY. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 157 Elfreda out-argues the officers of the law. Visitors politely requested to remove themselves. Threats of revenge. Camp is made on the banks of the Little Big Branch. Willy shows the way to the Overlanders' permanent camp. CHAPTER XVII--IN THE INDIAN TEPEE. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 173 Willy Horse arrives in a bark canoe. An Indian home is built for the Overland girls. Grace paddles the birch canoe and gets a ducking. Henry investigates the tepee and his nose suffers. A loud halloo arouses the girls from their beauty sleep. CHAPTER XVIII--THE TRAIL OF THE PIRATES. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 182 The bull pup keeps bankers' hours. Tom and Hippy seek evidence of timber-thieves and make discoveries. Hippy evolves a great idea. Willy tells Lieutenant Wingate about Chief Iron Toe. Hippy and the Indian go away on an important mission. CHAPTER XIX--THE RETURN OF THE PRODIGAL. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 193 "Bears is better than husbands, " declares Joe Shafto. Hippy announces that he has bought a big timber tract. "Don't ask me a question until my stomach begins to function. " Willy Horse brings a warning of spies near the camp. CHAPTER XX--PEACE OR WAR?. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 204 Chet Ainsworth arrives at the point of a rifle. The peace of the Overland camp violently disturbed. Hippy admits that he is crazy. Henry gives uninvited guests a scare. "They do get that way sometimes. " Overlanders gaze in amazement. CHAPTER XXI--A WISE OLD OWL. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 210 Joe sicks the bear on the guests. The forest woman in a rage. "Stop him! He'll kill the man!" Willy Horse sees things in the campfire. Emma finds a message for Hippy in the hoot of the old owl. CHAPTER XXII--WHEN THE DAM WENT OUT. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 217 A surprise party for the lumberjacks on Hippy's claim. The dance is interrupted by the Indian's message. "Dam up river go out! Water come down!" announces Willy Horse unemotionally. The jacks take alarm. CHAPTER XXIII--THE RIOT OF THE LOGS. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 227 A desperate struggle. "I'm slipping!" gasps Hippy. "Too late!" Tom and Hippy are hurled into the river. Dynamite used on the pirates' dam. A hand-to-hand knife battle on the spiles. Grace stays the Indian's hand. CHAPTER XXIV--CHRISTMAS IN THE BIG WOODS. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 238 A capture and a confession. Peg Tatem in the toils. Timber pirates get prison terms. The lumberjacks' big Christmas. "Sit down, you rough-necks!" roars Hippy. Spike bares his soul. What the snow-bird said. ----------------------------------------------------------------------- GRACE HARLOWE'S OVERLAND RIDERS IN THE GREAT NORTH WOODS CHAPTER I ON THE BIG WOODS TRAIL Hippy Wingate stepped from the train that had just pulled into thelittle Red River Valley station and turned to observe Tom Gray and theothers of the Overland Riders detrain. In one hand Hippy carried asuitcase, in the other a disconsolate-looking bull pup done up in ashawl strap. "Be you Gray?" Hippy turned to look at the owner of the voice, not certain that thequestion had been addressed to him. He found himself facing anuncouth-looking youth who, despite the heat of an early Septemberafternoon, wore a heavy blanket Mackinaw coat, rubber shoes and thickstockings tied at the knee. Khaki trousers, and a cap of the samematerial as the coat, completed the typical lumberjack outfit, thoughTom Gray was the only member of the Overland party who recognized it assuch. The youngster's hands were thrust firmly into the pockets of theMackinaw coat as he stood eyeing Hippy with a sullen expression on hisface. "Am I what?" demanded the Overland Rider, putting down the suitcase anddropping the pup, much to the animal's relief. "I said, be you Gray?" "Not yet, old chap. I am threatened with a bald head early in my younglife, but I thank goodness I am not gray. Why? What's the joke?" The loungers on the station platform laughed, and the boy shifteduneasily and leaned against a station pillar. "'Cause I was to meet er feller named Gray who was comin' in on thistrain. " "Oh! That's it, is it? I thought you meant is my hair gray, " grinnedHippy. "Oh, Tom! Here is your man. Here's your guide, " cried Hippy, shaking hands cordially with the young fellow. Detaching himself from the girls of the party of Overland Riders whowere assembling their luggage, Tom Gray stepped over to LieutenantWingate. "Are you Joe Shafto?" questioned Tom, addressing the boy. "Naw, I ain't. Joe sent me over to meet you folks and tell you how togit up to the place. " "Why isn't Joe here to meet us?" demanded Grace Harlowe, joining thegroup in time to hear the boy's explanation. "Joe's doin' the washin' to-day, and to-morrer is ironin' day. Joe sentword sayin' as I was to meet you and tell you not to git up there beforelate to-morrer afternoon. " "Ho, ho! Doing the family washing, eh?" chortled Hippy. "Fine guide youhave selected, Tom Gray. Hey there!" Hippy made a spring for the bullpup, who had fastened his teeth in the neck of a fox terrier, and pickedhis dog up by the handle of the shawl strap. The fox terrier came upwith Hindenburg, by which name the bull was known, and it required theunited efforts of Tom and Hippy to extricate the fox terrier fromHindenburg's tenacious grip. "It might be wise to hang onto your dog, Hippy, " advised Tom. "You areto show us the way to Shafto's, I presume?" questioned Tom Gray, addressing the boy again. "Naw. I reckon you can find the way yourself. Can't spare the time. Igot a fall job in the woods over near the reservation. You take the mainroad straight north from here till you git to Bisbee's Corners. Ask atthe general store there where Joe Shafto lives and they'll steer you. Joe said to tell you folks to get your supplies there, too. Bye. " Theboy turned abruptly and walked away. "Hold on! Not so fast, boy. How far is it to Joe's?" demanded Tom. "Nigh onto thirty mile, " flung back the boy. "I wish I had stayed at home, " wailed Emma Dean. "We have not yet begun, dear, " reminded Elfreda Briggs, to which AnneNesbit and Nora Wingate agreed with emphatic nods. "Tom Gray, I fear you have made a mess of selecting a guide to pilot usthrough the Big North Woods of Minnesota, " declared Grace with adoubtful shake of the head. "I can't help that. I engaged Shafto on the recommendation of thepostmaster of this very town. He wrote me that, according to hisinformation, no man in the state knows the woods so well as this fellowShafto does. At my request, the postmaster engaged him for us, so don'tblame me because Joe is doing the family washing instead of being hereto meet us, " retorted Tom with a show of impatience. "Lay it to the postmaster and let it go at that, " suggested Hippygood-naturedly. "Tom, I am really amazed that you, a woodsman and a professionalforester, should require the services of a guide, " teased Anne. "I don't. The guide is for you folks. Of course I know how to keep fromgetting lost, but I shall not be with you all the time, so--" "Come, let's get busy, " urged Hippy. "Nora, if you will kindly holdHindenburg, Tom and I will unload the ponies. Ready, Thomas?" Tom said he was. The palace horsecar attached to their train had alreadybeen shunted to a siding, and the ponies of the Overland Riders werefound to have made the journey from the east without injury. Quite anassemblage of villagers had gathered to witness the operation ofunloading the ponies, and they gazed with interest as each Overland girlin turn stepped up to claim her mount as it was led slipping down thegangway. Hippy Wingate's pony, a western bronco that he had acquiredthat summer, was the last of the ponies in the car. "Ginger, " as itsowner had named it because of its fiery temper, being unusually freewith his heels, had been separated from the other animals in the car bybars, the bars now bearing marks made by his sharp hoofs. "Tom, please fetch out my educated horse, " urged Hippy, winking wiselyat the crowd of spectators. "Why not fetch him out yourself? He isn't my horse, " laughed Tom. "Oh, very well, " said Lieutenant Wingate, stepping into the car, removing the bars and reaching for the pony's headstall. That was thebeginning of what proved to be an exciting time for Lieutenant Wingateand a most enjoyable entertainment for the villagers. The next act waswhen Hippy was catapulted from the car door by the heels of the untamedbronco and landed in the street. Fortunately for him, LieutenantWingate, instead of jumping back when the pony began to kick, threwhimself towards the animal, a trick that handlers of ugly horses quicklylearn to do. He was thus, instead of being hit by the heels of thebronco, neatly boosted through the open door of the car. The villagers howled with delight as the Overland Rider got up andbrushed the dirt from his uniform. "I have heard it said that incorrigible horses are sometimes made docileby sprinkling a pinch of salt on their tails, " observed Elfreda Briggsto her companions. "Remonstrate with the beast, Hippy. He is educated, " suggested EmmaDean. "Hippy, my darlin', do be careful, " begged Nora as her husband limped upthe gangway, jaws set, the light of battle in his eyes, his anger risingwith every step he took. Hippy clasped the pony's neck, the rat-tat-tat of the animal's heelsagainst the side of the car being somewhat reminiscent of machine-gunfire to the Overland girls. "He'll be killed!" wailed Nora. "Who? The pony?" asked Emma in an unruffled voice. "No! What do I care about the pony? It's my Hippy. " A yell from the villagers brought others running to the scene, but noone offered assistance. Hippy and the bronco were tussling on thethreshold of the car with Hippy's feet in the air most of the time. "Tickle him in the ribs, " suggested a villager. "That'll make him laughand he'll fergit to kick. " The villagers howled with delight. "Tickle him yourself, " retorted Nora. "Jump!" urged Miss Briggs. "No! Hang on!" shouted Tom Gray. "If you let go he'll kill you! Urge himdown the gangway and I will grab him when he makes the rush. " At that instant the pony leaped. Hippy lost his foothold on the edge ofthe doorsill, and the pony, unable to bear the additional weight on itsneck, stumbled and went down on the gangway. The animal's hips struckthe railing, burst through it, and man and horse rolled off to theground, Ginger kicking and squealing, with Hippy Wingate clingingdesperately to his neck. CHAPTER II THE VOICE OF NATURE The bronco was on his feet instantly, with Hippy still clinging to theanimal's neck. All the villagers scattered as Ginger bolted across thestreet. "Why don't _you_ tickle his ribs?" cried Emma to the spectators. For a few moments it looked as if man and bronco would land in thevillage postoffice by way of its large front window. "Whew!" grinned Hippy, mopping his brow after he had conquered and tiedthe pony to the tie-rail in front of the postoffice. "I--I thought you said that Ginger was an educated horse, " remindedEmma. "He is. That is what is the matter with him. Like some persons, not farremoved from me at the present moment, he knows _too_ much for thegeneral good of the community. What Ginger needs is a finishing school, and he's going to start right in attending one this very day. You watchmy smoke. " "Smoke!" chuckled Elfreda Briggs. "I don't mind it at all ordinarily, but I do wish that, when you get excited, you wouldn't insist on burningsoft coal. " "Say, Mister! Why don't yer feed the critter some soothin' syrup? Theygot it in the store there, " urged a spectator. "Good fer man er beast. " Hippy grinned at the speaker, and the villagers roared. "Good idea, old top. We will pour a bottleful down your throat at thesame time. It is good for all animals, you know. Why don't you roar, youfolks? All right, if you won't, I'll roar. " Hippy haw-hawed and thevillagers grinned. "Come, come. Please do something, Hippy, " begged Grace laughingly. "Sure thing. What do you want me to do?" "If you and Tom will roll and tie the packs, you will be doing us aservice. I imagine we girls are a bit out of practice in lashing packs, and, as we have quite a bit of equipment to carry, and a long ride aheadof us to-day, we must have everything secure, and start as soon aspossible. " "Want a guide, Mister?" questioned a young man dressed as a lumberjack, lounging up to Lieutenant Wingate. "I kin take ye anywheres. " "We have one, " replied Hippy briefly. "I don't see none. Who be he?" "Name's Hindenburg, " said Hippy, pointing to the bull pup. "Greatestlittle guide west of the Atlantic Ocean. I paid a thousand dollars forhis bark alone. The breeder threw in the rest of the dog because, whenyou peel the bark off a tree, it dies. " Emma Dean uttered a high, trilling laugh, and the other girls joined inso heartily that, for a moment, or so, work came to a standstill. Hippythen briskly attacked the packs, while Tom secured them to the backs ofthe ponies. While this was being done Grace left the party to buy food sufficient tolast for at least a two-days' journey, and returned with her arms fullof bundles, the contents being transferred to the mess kits of hercompanions. "Are you going to let the dog run?" questioned Anne. "I am not. He rides horseback, " replied Hippy briefly. "I am a man ofresources. " "Especially in leading educated ponies, " murmured Emma. In the meantime, Hippy had taken a canvas bag from his pack and hung itover the pommel of his saddle. "Come, Little Hindenburg. We will now go bye-bye, " cooed Hippy, liftingthe bull pup, depositing it in the open bag, and tying the dog's leadstring to the saddle. "Hippy darlin'!" cried Nora. "If Hindenburg jumps out he will hanghimself and choke to death. " "Sure he will. That is why he isn't going to jump out. " Hindenburg stood up in the bag and barked in apparent approval ofHippy's assertion. "Listen!" exclaimed Emma, holding up a hand. "Bark again, Hindenburg. " Hindenburg did so, Emma Dean giving close attention. "What is the big idea?" demanded Lieutenant Wingate. "I wished to listen to this voice from the canine world because itcarries a message to us, " answered Miss Dean gravely. Hippy gave her a quick keen glance, but Ginger, taking sudden umbrage ata dog barking at his side, demanded his rider's exclusive attention. Bythe time Hippy had subdued the bronco, Emma's peculiar remark had passedout of mind. Soon after that, with packs neatly lashed, each rider inthe saddle, the Overland Riders wheeled their ponies and jogged alongthe village street on their way to the Great North Woods where Tom Gray, as an expert forester, was to "cruise" or estimate the amount of timberstanding on the thousands of acres in the huge timber tract, the largesttract of virgin timber east of the Rocky Mountains. The Overland Riders, who, for the previous three summers, followingtheir return from France where they had served in various capacitiesduring the war, in the Overton College Unit, had decided to accompanyTom to the Big Woods, seeking such adventure as the northland mightafford. As they started away on the first leg of their journey, none was morejoyous than the bull pup, who barked at the villagers, barked at everydog and cat within sight, and, after the village had been left behind, entertained himself by barking at imaginary cats and dogs, Emma Deanbeing his most interested listener. Emma's quietness attracted theattention of her companions, and they wondered at the change in her, for, on previous journeys, there was seldom a time when Emma did nothave a great deal to say. Not until after five o'clock that afternoon did the party halt to restthe ponies and have luncheon, the latter consisting of hot tea andbiscuit, the Riders having planned to eat their supper at Bisbee'sCorners. Most of the girls were quite ready for a rest, but, this being theirfirst long ride of the season, they found, upon dismounting, that theycould hardly walk. Grace, being the least disturbed of the party, volunteered to get the fire started and brew the tea, while LieutenantWingate and Tom Gray watered the horses and staked them at the side ofthe road for a nibble at the grass that grew there. Then all hands satdown with their feet curled under them and held out their tin cups for adrink of hot tea. Emma Dean poised her cup in the air, and, with a far-away look in hereyes, listened intently to the solemn bell note of a hermit thrush. "What _is_ on your mind to-day, Emma Dean?" laughed Anne Nesbit. "Is itpossible that you are in love or something?" "I am listening to the voices of nature, " replied Emma solemnly, shakingher head slowly and taking a sip of tea. "This is something new, isn't it?" twinkled Grace Harlowe. "Yes, " agreed Elfreda. "Only a few hours ago you were listening to a'message' from the throat of the bull pup, and now I suppose you areturning your attention to that hermit thrush for the same reason. " "I am listening to the voices of nature, " returned Emma. "Listening forthe messages that, when once rightly interpreted, will open up the vastrealm of the unknown to us mortals. If we would but listen we shouldhear many mysteries explained and--" "Speak, Hindenburg!" interjected Hippy, giving the bull pup a push withthe toe of his boot and bringing a growl from the animal. "How long hasshe been this way, girls?" "Make fun of me if you wish. I am used to it. " "I agree with Emma that there is much in nature that we might do well toconsider, suggestions that it would be to our everlasting advantage toadopt, " spoke up Tom Gray. "So far, however, as being able to read thenotes of the birds or the growl of a bull pup--piffle!" "I agree with you, " nodded Elfreda. "Emma, where do you get all that dope?" questioned Hippy. "I ambeginning to believe what I suspected last season, when you were ridingthat 'con-centration' hobby, that your war service has unbalanced yourmind. " "No, no! He is only joking, Emma, " protested Nora. "It matters little to me what Hippy Wingate says or thinks. I belong tothe 'Voice of Nature Cult. '" "What's that? A breakfast food?" laughed Anne. "The 'Cult' is an organization of advanced thinkers, presided over byMadam Gersdorff, an adept who can converse with the birds of the air, the animals and--" "I wish she were here, " declared Hippy with emphasis. "I should like tohave her tell that bronco what my opinion of him is and hear what hesays in reply, " added Lieutenant Wingate, flipping a biscuit, whichHindenburg deftly caught and gulped down at a single swallow. "Madam Gersdorff gave some remarkable demonstrations of her power in thedirection of interpreting the voices of nature last winter, " resumedEmma. "She is giving me a correspondence course at five dollars alesson, which I consider a remarkably low price. I wish I might induceyou girls to take the course, but I don't suppose any of you have thenerve to do so in the face of Hippy Wingate's unkind criticisms. Let metell you something. A medium that I went to in Boston a few weeks agotold me some remarkable things about myself. I had been telling her ofthis 'Voice of Nature Cult. ' 'How strange, ' answered the medium. 'I seebirds all about you. A whole flock of them accompanied you into thisvery room. See! They are hovering over you at this very moment. '" "I'll bet they were a flock of crows, " murmured Hippy. "Did you see them, darlin'?" begged Nora in an awed tone that broughtsmiles to the faces of her companions. "No. I was not sufficiently in tune with nature to see them, especiallyin daylight. " "Good-night!" muttered Hippy Wingate. "And what do you think the medium also said?" asked Emma. "Five dollars, please, " laughed Grace. "She did not. All she would consent to take from me was a dollar, andshe said that, if I would come to her twice a week regularly, she wouldpromise that, in a few weeks, I could see the birds as well as shecould. But I didn't tell you--what the medium said of even greaterimportance was that the explanation was that some of my ancestors, farback in the dim shadows of the early hours of the world, were birds ofthe air. Just think of it, girls! Birds! Flying through the air and--" "Darting yon and hither, " finished Hippy. "_Alors!_ Let's fly, " cried Elfreda Briggs amid a shout of laughter fromthe Overland Riders. "So say we all of us, " answered Grace, springing up and beginning topack away her mess kit. "It will be long after dark before we reachBisbee's Corners. " The girls were still laughing as they rode away, Emma Dean silentlyresentful, her chin in the air, her face flushed. "Do you really think she is in earnest about that nature stuff?"questioned Anne. "She thinks she is, but of course she isn't. Emma, like many others, must have a hobby to ride. She, fortunately, is fickle in her hobbies, and rides one but a short time before she tires of it and casts itaside. What would we do on these journeys without her?" laughed Grace. "Yes. Our Emma is a joy and a delight, " nodded Anne. After a brisk ride at a steady gallop, the Overlanders jogged into theone street that Bisbee's Corners possessed shortly after nine o'clockthat evening, all thoroughly tired but happy, with Hindenburg soundasleep in the saddle bag. The streets, they saw, were thronged with men, mostly lumberjacks, somesinging, others shouting, and here and there a pair of them engaged infist battles. "Must have been paid off, " observed Tom Gray. "We are getting near theBig Woods, folks. " "I should say we are, " replied Grace, taking in the scene with keeninterest. "I hear a fiddle. There must be a dance going on. " "A dance? Oh, let's go, " cried Emma. "Better listen to the voices of nature, " answered Tom laughingly. "Alumberjack dance is no place for a refined woman, or man either, forthat matter. Where to, Grace?" "The general store. I'll go in. The girls had better stay on theirhorses, for I don't like the looks of things in Bisbee's. " "Lumber-jacks are rough, but let them alone and they will let youalone, " said Lieutenant Wingate. Tom Gray said this might be true in theory, but that it was not alwaystrue in fact. Pulling up before the general store, Grace dismounted and elbowed herway through a crowd of men, smilingly demanding "gangway, " which wasreadily granted, though accompanied by quite personal remarks about her, to which, of course, the Overland girl gave not the slightest heed. "Joe Shafto bought the supplies for you, Mrs. Gray, " the owner of thestore informed her after Grace had introduced herself and stated hermission. "Joe packed the stuff home on the mules and said you'd pay forit when you come along. That alright?" "Perfectly so, and thank you ever so much. What is the excitement outthere?" with a nod towards the street. "Jacks comin' in for the early work in the woods. The foremen are hirin''em here and sendin' 'em on to the different camps. The whole bunch isjust spoilin' for fight. Better not stir 'em up unless your crowd islookin' for trouble, " advised the storekeeper. "Oh, no. Nothing like that, " laughed Grace Harlowe, laying the money fortheir supplies on the counter. "Nothing wrong outside, is there, Hippy?"she asked quickly as the lieutenant came in rather hurriedly. "No. I'm after candy. " "That is fine. Buying candy for Nora and the girls, " glowed Grace. "Myhusband seldom thinks to bring me candy, and--" "For Nora? No. I'm getting the candy for the bronco and the bullpup--trying to buy my way into their good graces, as it were. Neitherone of them takes to the uproar in the street. The bronc' is threateningto bolt, and Hindenburg has declared war on the lumberjack tribebecause one of them poked a stick in his ribs just now. " Grace, after thanking the storekeeper for his courtesy, went outlaughing, but the instant she stepped into the street she intuitivelysensed a change in the spirit of the crowd there. The jacks had fallensilent in comparison with their previous uproarious attitude--sullen andthreatening, it seemed to her. "What's wrong here, Elfreda?" she asked, stepping up beside Miss Briggs'pony. "A jack tried to pull Emma from her horse, probably out of mischief. Tomjumped his pony over and knocked the fellow down with his fist. Three orfour others started for him. Tom rode one of them down and the othersran into the crowd for protection. I think we are headed for trouble, "prophesied J. Elfreda. "Grace, where is Hippy?" called Tom Gray anxiously. "In the store buying candy for the pup. " "Stand back, you fellows!" commanded Tom sternly as he discovered thatthe jacks were crowding closer and closer to the little group ofhorsewomen. "We don't mind sport so far as the men are concerned, butyou must let these young women alone. Hurry, Hippy!" he urged, asLieutenant Wingate appeared at the store door. "Overland!" called Grace, which was the rallying hail of the OverlandRiders, and by which signal Lieutenant Wingate knew that all was notwell with his companions. Hippy jumped from the store porch and strode to his pony. "What is it?" he questioned sharply, taking Ginger's rein from Nora andvaulting into his saddle to the accompaniment of joyous barks fromHindenburg. "Reckon these wild jacks are getting ready to rush us. Keep your eyespeeled, " warned Tom Gray. "Here they come! Look out!" called Grace. "Let go of my bridle, you ruffian!" they heard Anne Nesbit cry, and asthey looked they saw her bring down her riding crop across the face of alumberjack who had grasped her pony's bridle and was trying to separatethe animal from the others of the party. CHAPTER III THE CHARGE OF THE JACKS "Get out of this! Lively!" shouted Tom to the girls. "Keep together!" added Hippy. The two men forced their ponies between the girls and the lumberjacks, the girls using their crops on their ponies and urging them on. The Overland girls cleared the scene in a few seconds, and halted ashort distance up the street to wait for Hippy and Tom, who were havingdifficulty in extricating themselves from the mob. They did not succeedin doing this until Hippy began to belabor Ginger over the rump, at thesame time pulling up on the reins. This caused the animal to whirl andbuck and kick. Every volley from Ginger's lightning-like kicks putseveral members of the mob out of the fight. Tom was using his crop, butwithout much effect. A rough hand was laid on Hippy's leg, and a mighty tug nearly unhorsedhim. It probably would have done so had not Hindenburg at that juncturetaken a bite of the lumberjack's hand and caused the fellow to let gowithout delay. The jacks by this time had begun to fight among themselves. Single andgroup fights suddenly sprung up all over the street. The jacks, for themoment, had lost their interest in the newcomers, and the two Overlandmen, taking advantage of the opportunity, galloped down the street, passing scattered groups of brawlers who were too busy with their ownaffairs to heed them. The Overland men were almost clear of the mob when yells ahead of themattracted their attention to a fresh disturbance. A man, who, as theydrew near, was seen to be an Indian standing at the side of the road, taking no part in the disturbance, was the object of the uproar. A crowdof half a dozen jacks had pounced on the Indian. He went down under therush. Hippy saw them grab the fellow and hurl him into the middle of thestreet. The Indian was on his feet in an instant, and, from the lightshed through the windows along the street, Hippy saw a knife flash inthe Indian's hand, saw the red man's arm shoot out, and a man fall, uttering a howl. The jacks hesitated briefly, then uttering angry yells they hurledthemselves upon the Indian, bore him to the ground, and began to kick athim with their heavy boots. Tom turned his pony and rode into the crowd at a gallop. Threelumberjacks went down under his charge. "The cowards!" raged Hippy, also charging into the group and completingwhat his companion had begun. "Run, you poor fish!" he yelled at the Indian, who had got to his feetand stood dazedly gazing at his rescuers. "Run!" The Indian, suddenly recovering himself, darted between two buildingsand disappeared. "Good work!" chuckled Hippy, galloping up the street with Tom to jointhe girls, who were waiting for them. "Oh, that was splendid!" cried Anne Nesbit as Tom and Hippy rejoined theparty of Overland girls. "It won't be splendid unless we step lively, " answered Tom. "Keep going, girls, keep going, " urged Hippy. "I hate to run away, but being a peace-loving person I run away whenevera fight is suggested to me. " "We know it, " observed Emma. "Thanks! Which way do we go?" questioned Hippy. "Straight ahead and take the first right-hand turn about a mile from thevillage to reach Joe Shafto's place, the storekeeper told me, " Graceinformed them. The party galloped on until they reached the turn indicated by Gracewhere they halted and consulted, deciding that the road to the right wasthe one they should take. This road, according to Grace's information, should lead them to Joe Shafto's place, ten or fifteen miles further on, though it was not their purpose to go on to Joe's that night. The Overland Riders walked their horses after making the turn, therebeing no need for haste, as no one believed that the lumberjacks wouldfollow, and further, the Overlanders were looking for a suitable campingplace for the night. "This appears to be a good place to make camp, " finally called Tom Gray, who was riding in the lead of the party. Tom pulled up and looked abouthim, the others riding up to him and halting. "No good!" answered a strange voice. "What? Who said that?" demanded Hippy. A man stepped out from the shadow of the trees and stood confronting thepeering Overlanders. "It's Lo, the poor Indian!" cried Hippy. "Hello, Lo!" "So it is, " agreed Tom. "How did you get here ahead of us?" "Come 'cross, " answered the man, indicating with a gesture that he badtaken a short cut through the woods, though how he knew where they weregoing, unless he had heard their discussion at the point where they tookthe right-hand road, the Overlanders could not imagine. "You say this is 'no good' as a camping place. What is the matter withit?" demanded Tom Gray, regarding the Indian suspiciously. "No water. You come, me show. " "Let him lead the way, " suggested Elfreda. "Yes. Give the poor red man a chance, " urged Hippy. The Indian, without asking further permission to lead them, turned andtrotted along ahead at a typical Indian lope, and at a rate of speedthat necessitated putting the ponies at a jog-trot in order to keep himin view. The Indian proceeded on for fully half a mile, then, turningsharply to the left, led them on until he reached the bank of a stream, to which he pointed as indicating their camping place. The site was hidden from the road by which they had arrived by trees anda bluff, thus protecting the party from discovery by persons passingalong the road, which they readily understood the Indian had purposelyplanned. "Fine! Fine!" glowed Tom. "We are much obliged to you, and thank you, " added Anne. "What is your name?" asked Elfreda as the girls began to dismount. "Willy Horse. " "Ho, ho, ho!" exclaimed Hippy Wingate. "That's a horse of another color. Ladies and gentlemen, permit me to introduce to you Chief Willy Horse, and believe me he is some horse to stand the punishment thoselumberjacks gave him and still be able to talk horse sense. " The Overlanders acknowledged the introduction laughingly, and shookhands with the Indian, at the same time giving him their names. "Where you go?" demanded the red man, addressing Tom Gray. "To the Pineries in the north. " "Good! What do?" "Cruise them, Willy. Do you know what that is?" The Indian nodded. "Good! What you do?" he questioned, turning to Lieutenant Wingate. "Oh, most any old thing, Willy old hoss, " answered Hippy jovially. "Itis mostly other persons who do the doing, in my case. They do meinstead. " "Good! You Big Friend--big medicine. You help Willy Horse. Willy notforget. Mebby kill lumberjacks one day, too. " "Don't get naughty. They hang naughty Indians, " reminded Hippy. "Oh, Mister Pony--I mean Mister Horse--won't you sit down and have asnack with us?" invited Emma Dean. "Of course he must, " insisted Tom, pausing at his work of starting acook fire. The Indian shook his head. "Me go, " he announced briefly. "Sorry. Hope we see you again, " said Hippy. "Me see. You Big Friend. Bye, " he said, halting before LieutenantWingate. With that he trotted away. "What a queer character, " exclaimed Nora Wingate. "He loves my Hippy, because my Hippy is a brave man. " "Who runs away to fight another day--not!" added Emma mockingly. "He must have run very fast to catch up with us, " suggested Anne. "An Indian can outdistance a horse, as horses ordinarily travel, "answered Tom. "Then, too, he probably knew a shorter cut. " "Did you notice how bruised and swollen his face was, and howindifferent he appeared to be about it?" questioned Grace solicitously. "Probably not so indifferent as he seemed to be, " laughed Hippy. "Youknow an Indian forgets neither a kindness nor a wrong, and you see howmy magnetic personality led this particular Indian to love me. " "All Indians do, " observed Emma. "Let's make camp and eat, " urged Anne. "I am nearly famished. " Hippy most heartily approved of Anne's suggestion. Every member of theoutfit assisted in "rustling" the camp and the food. Ginger got a wholehandful of candy for his part in the routing of the lumberjacks, andHindenburg also helped himself liberally from the bag when Hippy put itdown on the ground. While eating their supper the Overlanders talked over their experiencesof the day and the evening. Miss Briggs declared that she would havebeen keenly disappointed if something had not occurred to stir them upat the outset of their journey. "This getting into difficulties became a habit with this outfit on thevery day that it set sail for France and the great world war, " she said. "I thank my stars that we are going into the woods where peace and thevoices of nature reign supreme, " spoke up Emma. "Sometimes the voices of nature have a savage growl in them, " remindedTom Gray laughingly. "Who is going to stand guard to-night?" "No one, " answered Grace, nodding to Hippy. "Righto! The bull pup is the guard for this journey. I broughtHindenburg along so that I might not lose sleep, " answered Hippy, whichstirred the Overland girls to laughter. They had not forgotten that itwas a habit with Hippy Wingate to go to sleep when on guard and leavethe camp unprotected. All hands being tired and stiff after their long ride, they turned in assoon as the supper dishes were washed and laid out to dry. Hindenburgwas tied to a tree on a long leash so that he might not stray away, andthe camp quickly settled down to slumber, a slumber that wasuninterrupted until some time after sun-up, when the bull pup awakenedthem with his insistent barks. Hindenburg wanted his breakfast. They took their time in breakfasting, knowing that nothing was to begained by haste in view of the fact that Joe Shafto would be engaged inironing the family wash, and that they probably would not get started ontheir journey to the Big North Woods before the following day. Stiffness of joints from the previous day's ride was soon forgotten inthe crisp morning air and the flame of color of the foliage, for theywere now entering a scattering growth of forest. As they progressed, however, the trees were of larger and sturdier growth and the roadbecame merely a wagon trail leading to the northward. Luncheon was eaten by the roadside and the journey resumed immediatelyafterwards. An hour later they came upon a clearing of about an acre, with a small space occupied by a garden in which stood a log cabin ofcomfortable dimensions. "Grace, is this the place?" called Tom Gray as they slowed down. "I don't know, but it seems to answer the description. " "Anybody living up here would need to be a guide or he never would beable to find his way home, " declared Lieutenant Wingate. "Hoo--oo!" hailed Emma. After a few moments of waiting the Overlanders were gratified to see thecabin door open and a woman step out, shading her eyes with a hand. Shewas tall, thin and angular, the thinness of her face accentuated by apair of big horn-rimmed spectacles through which she glared at thenewcomers. "Who be ye?" demanded the woman in a rasping voice. "We are the Overland Riders, and we are looking for Joe Shafto's place, "answered Grace pleasantly. "I reckon ye ain't lookin' very hard, " snapped back the woman. "Is this Joe's place?" interjected Tom Gray. "It be, I reckon. " "Is Joe at home? I am Tom Gray. I arranged to have him act as ourguide. " "I reckon he is. " Tom dismounted and led his pony to the gate, irritated at the woman'sabrupt manner and speech, but this feeling was not shared by the othersof his party who were greatly amused at the brief dialogue. "I say, I am Tom Gray. May I see Joe?" "I reckon ye kin if ye've got eyes. " "Then please ask him to step out. Or shall I go in?" "Yer lookin' at Joe Shafto. If ye don't like the looks of me lookt'other way!" she fairly flung at him. "You don't understand, Madam. We engaged Joe Shafto, a man, to guide usthrough the North Woods and--" "I tell ye I'm the party, and I'm man enough for any bunch ofrough-necks in the timber, " retorted the woman. "A woman guide! Good night!" muttered Hippy Wingate under his breath. CHAPTER IV A HUMAN TALKING MACHINE "Of course, of course. I--I--well, I'll talk to my friends about it, "answered Tom lamely. He was flustrated and flushed, greatly to theenjoyment of the Overland girls. "That's all right, Tom, " soothed Grace. "I am positive that MissShafto--" "Mrs. Shafto, " corrected the woman. "Mrs. Joe Shafto. Git the handleright. " "I am positive that Mrs. Shafto will answer our purpose very nicely, "finished Grace. "Yes, yes. I--I agree with you, " mumbled Tom. "If you have time, or whenyou do have time, we shall have to talk over our plans with you and--" "Ain't got no time for nothin' to-day. Had yer dinners?" "We had luncheon on the way, " replied Grace. "Lucky for ye. I'll go work at the ironin'; then I've got to cleanhouse. Mebby then I'll talk to ye. " Joe stamped back into the house, slamming the door behind her, and theOverland Riders lost themselves in gales of laughter, galloping theirhorses on beyond the house so that Joe might not hear. Tom followedalong slowly, considerably crestfallen. "Tom Gray, you surely have distinguished yourself, " declared AnneNesbit. "My Hippy couldn't have done worse, " added Nora. "It gives me a pain in my back just to look at her, " averred Elfroda. "Listening to her is worse. " "I shan't listen at all. Thank goodness I have the voices of nature tolisten to, " observed Emma. "Girls, I admit that I have made a mess of it. I suppose we can go onwithout a guide, but really it is not wise for you girls, inexperiencedas you are in woodcraft, to venture into the Big Woods. " "I do not agree with you folks, " interjected Grace. "That woman issharp-tongued, but she is a sturdy and dependable character. It is myopinion that we might have done a great deal worse in selecting aguide. Let's go back to the house, make camp nearby, and wait until thesturdy warrior is ready for us. She will be out again to talk to us soonenough, if I am a judge of human nature. " The Overlanders acted upon the suggestion and pitched their little tentsamong the trees across the trail from Joe Shafto's home. While they werethus engaged Joe came over and watched the operations, but withoututtering a word until the camp was made and a little cook fire startedfor a cup of afternoon tea. "What's that for?" she demanded, pointing to the fire. "Afternoon tea now, and to cook our supper on later, " answered Grace. "Yer all goin' to eat supper with me. " The girls protested, but Joe, when once she had made an assertion, wouldbrook no opposition. "Six o'clock; no earlier, no later. To-morrow mornin' we start at fouro'clock. I've got all yer fodder, which-all I'll carry on June and July. Them's my pack mules. Work singly or in pairs. Kin kick like allpossessed. No great scratch whether there's anythin' to kick at or not, but they know better'n to kick me, though they ain't no love for Henry, and he gives them heels plenty of room, 'cept one time when he forgothisself and got kicked clear out into the road, and nigh into kingdomcome, and I'll bet the pair of 'em that ye folks ain't got a hoss in theoutfit, not even that bronco with the glassy eye, that kin kick once toJune or July's twenty kicks, and, if you don't believe it, just heave atin can at one or t'other of 'em and see if ye can count the kicks, butkeep the road between ye and the kicks or I shan't be responsible forwhat happens to ye, because I know them mules and I know what they cando, and then agin--" "Oh, help!" wailed Emma. "The voice of nature, " chuckled Hippy. "And to think we've got to listento it for weeks to come. " "What's that ye say?" demanded Joe. "I--I think I was thinking out loud. I didn't mean to say anything. Honest to goodness I didn't, " apologized Hippy lamely. Joe fixed him with threatening eyes, then launched into anothermonologue on mules, which wound up with some remarks on lumberjacks, and a leaf from her family history. The Overland Riders learned that Joe's husband, who was a timbercruiser, had been killed by lumberjacks, and that she was the swornenemy of every man who wore a Mackinaw coat and worked in the woods. "Since my man's death I've been livin' up here in the woods, guidin'huntin' parties, makin' an honest livin' and layin' for the men whokilled my man. I'll find 'em yet. Now who be ye all? I hain't had nointerduction except as Mister Gray interduced himself to me, and--" "This is my wife, Grace Harlowe Gray, " said Tom. The forest woman shook hands and glared into Grace's smiling eyes. "Glad to meet ye, Miss Gray. Ye look like one of them boudwarriors thatI seen pictures of in the high saciety papers. " "Miss Emma Dean, " announced Tom, pointing to Emma. "Glad to meet ye. " Joe gave Emma a searching look. "Pert as a bird, ain't ye?" "Some of my ancestors, I have reason to believe, were birds, and it isquite possible that I have inherited some of their traits, " answeredEmma airily. "Sparrows! No good. Don't git swelled up over some of yer folks wearin'feathers. The kind ye belong to they shoot on sight. And now who be_ye_?" demanded the woman, stepping up to the dignified J. ElfredaBriggs. Elfreda introduced herself. "Glad to meet ye. Yer quite set up, but I guess ye might come down a pegafter ye git acquainted. " Nora Wingate and Anne Nesbit then introduced themselves, and Joe was"glad to meet" them, but she forgot to address personal remarks to them, for her eyes, glaring through the big spectacles, were fixed on HippyWingate's grinning face. All this was "a powerful good joke to him, " asEmma confided to Grace in a loud whisper. Joe strode over to Hippy and peered down into his face as he sat playingwith Hindenburg. "I reckon some of yer ancestors must been monkeys, judgin' from thatmonkey-grin on yer face. What's yer name?" Hippy told her, adding that he had been a flying ace in the world war, which announcement he made pompously. "Glad to meet ye, Lieutenant; but look smart that ye don't try any ofyer flytricks on Joe Shafto. Six o'clock, folks. Remember!" was Joe'sparting word as she strode swiftly from their camp, screwing up her faceinto a long-drawn wink as she passed Grace Harlowe. In that wink Graceread what she had been searching for. Joe Shafto was human and ahumorist, crude, but with a keen mind and a love for banter thatpromised much enjoyment for the Overland Riders. "I wonder who is the Henry that she mentioned?" reflected Grace outloud. "Perhaps Henry may be a tame goose. Think of 'June' and 'July' as namesfor mules, " chortled Hippy. "Oh, we're going to have a merry, merry timethis coming two months--especially Hindenburg and myself. " Afternoon tea was an enjoyable occasion that day, at which the principaltopic was their new guide. At five minutes before six, after stamping out their little campfire, the Overland party started for the log cabin. As they crossed the roadHippy sniffed the air. "I smell food!" he cried. "Onions! Save me!" moaned Emma. "No. It is something far and away ahead of mere onions, " answered Hippy. "I don't know what it is, but were this not so formal an occasion, Ishould break into a run for it. " The door of the cabin stood open, so the party filed in unbidden. Thetable was long enough for a lumberjack boarding house, constructed ofboards nailed together with cleats and placed on two boxes. Oilclothcovered the boards and hung clear to the floor on either side. The endswere open. There was a freshness and wholesomeness about the place thatattracted the girls at once. "Set down!" commanded Joe, entering with a heaping platter of meat. "That is what I smelled!" exclaimed Hippy. "May I ask what that meat is, Mrs. Shafto?" "Venison. " "Eh? Don't wake me up, " murmured Hippy. "Is the deer season on?" questioned Tom. "No. Not till November fifteenth. This is smoked venison, killed lastseason. I put down a lot of it in caches where the water will keep itcool. " Another dish, a tinpanful of baked potatoes, came on with other smallerdishes of vegetables; then the coffee was poured into the thickserviceable cups that had already been placed by the plates, which, together with two loaves of bread, comprised the meal. Appetites were atconcert pitch and it was with difficulty that Hippy Wingate restrainedhimself until the girls were seated. "Miss Dean, set down at the end where I can watch ye that ye don't flyaway. Sorry ye have to set on a box, but there ain't chairs enough to goaround. I give the Lieutenant a chair 'cause a box ain't safe for him. He's a big feeder and the box ain't strong. Dip in, folks. Get started. Help yourselves. This ain't no saciety tea. " The food was passed along and each Rider helped herself from platter andpan, and every plate was heaped under the observant eyes that wereglaring through the big horn-rimmed spectacles to see that each personhelped herself to liberal portions. Exclamations were heard all around the table when the girls had tastedof the smoked venison. Hippy, however, was too busy to talk or exclaimunless he were forced to do so. "Lieutenant, did ye et like that when ye was chasin' the flyin' Dutchmenin France?" demanded Joe. Hippy nodded. "It's a eternal wonder ye didn't fall down then. " "I couldn't. I lived on angel food most of the time, and, after a while, I could fly. See? You live on angel food long enough and you can fly, too, " promised Hippy gravely. "I reckon I would at that, " answered the forest woman, pursing her lips, the nearest thing to a smile that the Overland Riders had seen on herstern, rugged face. The girls laughed merrily, and Nora turned a beaming face on herhusband. "Hippy, my darlin', you've met your match this time, " she said. "I met you first, didn't I?" retorted Hippy, then returned to hisabsorbing occupation and shortly afterwards passed his plate for anotherhelping. "My land!" exclaimed Joe. "Ye do beat the bears for eatin'. Never seenone that could stow it away the way ye do. " "You should see him when he is hungry, " advised Emma. "Why, when we wereriding in the Kentucky Mountains last year we--" "Well?" demanded the guide. Emma had abruptly ceased speaking as she felt something rubbing againsther foot. At first she thought it was Hindenburg who had slipped intothe house and crawled under the table to salvage the crumbs. Nowsomething surely was nosing at her knee. Emma Dean's face contracted ever so little when a cold something brushedthe back of the hand that hung at her side. "Hi--Hippy, where's the pup?" she questioned weakly. "Tied to a tree out yonder. Why?" Emma groped cautiously with the hand, first wishing to assure herselfthat she was not imagining, before making an exhibition of herself. Thehand came in contact with what she recognized instantly, as a cold nose. Light fingers crept gingerly along the nose and paused at a huge, furryhead, now well at her side. She gave a quick, startled glance down atwhat lay under her hand, and her face went ghastly pale. Uttering a hysterical scream, Emma Dean toppled over backwards, crashingto the cabin floor. CHAPTER V OVERLANDERS GET A JOLT As she went over, Emma Dean's feet hit the under side of the table. Herplate of venison slid off to the floor, and Hippy Wingate's coffeelanded in his lap. The Overlanders sprang to their feet, but Joe Shaftosat glaring from one to the other of them in amazement. "A bear! A bear! A bear under the table, " screamed Emma and sank back ina dead faint. It was then that the Overland Riders saw what had so frightened her, fora black bear ambled out from under the table and began gulping down thevenison from Emma's overturned plate. To the eyes of the girls heappeared to be a huge animal, and his growls, as he swallowed choicemorsels of venison, were far from reassuring. "Don't be skeert! It's only Henry, " cried the forest woman. "Set down!" No one heeded her advice. Elfreda Briggs was standing on a chair, AnneNesbit had run into the garden which she had reached by a short cutthrough an open window. Tom and Hippy, having sprung back, were gazingon the intruder in startled amazement, while Nora Wingate, standing onthe table with one foot in the platter of venison, was screaming. Grace, who had backed into a corner, was trying to subdue her ownindividual panic sufficiently to reason out the situation. Joe Shafto'swords, when Grace finally absorbed them, brought enlightenment. "Will he bite, Mrs. Shafto?" she called. "Won't bite nothin' if ye don't bother him. " Grace ran to Emma and bathed her face with water. "Get down!" commanded Lieutenant Wingate, holding up a hand to Nora. "Don't you see you're spoiling a perfectly good lot of venison? I neversaw such a parcel of 'fraid cats in all my life. " "Neither did I, " grumbled Mrs. Shafto. "I didn't know Henry was downthere or I'd a shooed him out before ye set down. " "I won't get down until that beast is out of the house, " declared Nora. "Whoever heard of such a thing. Don't!" Hippy pulled her down without ceremony and placed Nora in a chair. "Behave yourself! You will see more bears, and then some, before youfinish this journey. " Joe took a broom and shooed Henry out into the yard. A scream out therefollowed almost instantly, for Henry had ambled around the house to makethe acquaintance of Anne Nesbit. "The beast is chasing me!" she panted, as she ran back into the house. No one gave heed to her, so she ran to Nora and the two consoled eachother. In the meantime, Grace had revived Emma. "Ha--as he gone?" she wailed weakly. "Yes. That is Mrs. Shafto's tame bear, you silly. " "Merely a voice of nature that you heard, Emma, " reminded Hippy. "By theway, what message did Henry convey to you?" "Henry is the name of Mrs. Shafto's pet, " explained Grace. "Fright!" moaned Emma in answer to Hippy's question. "Mrs. Shafto, if you don't mind, I believe I will have another piece ofdeer, " said Hippy. "Yer wife stepped in it, " replied Joe. "It's all in the family, " observed Hippy, holding out his plate. One by one the Overlanders returned to the table, with the exception ofEmma, whose appetite had left her, but Hippy had the rest of thevenison all to himself. The meal was finished off with apple pie, andthe girls said they had not eaten so much since their first meals athome on their return from service in France. Following the meal, the Overland Riders discussed their proposed journeywith the forest woman, looked over the supplies she had bought andpronounced themselves satisfied, not only with her purchases, but withJoe Shafto herself. Nothing more was seen of Henry that evening. Thewoman said he probably had gone into the woods to sleep or to forage forfood. "Where did you get the beast?" questioned Emma. "When he war a cub. I shot his mother and brought the cub home, and he'sone of the family. I kin make him mind just like a dog, and sick him onlike a dog. I'll call him in and show ye. " "No, no, " protested Emma and Nora in chorus. "I shall dream of bears all night, but don't you dare let him out whileI am here, " begged Emma. "Henry's my watchdog. He sleeps on the front steps, and he'll chaw upanything that comes in the yard after I git to bed, so keep out oryou'll git bit. " "Oh, I shall keep out, never fear, " answered Emma in a tone of voicethat brought a laugh from everyone at the table. Before leaving Mrs. Shafto that night the Overland girls acquainted herwith such plans as they had made for their outing, Tom telling her ofthe work that lay before him and expressing his wish to have the partyas near to his work as possible. "Good nights" finally were said, andthe guests departed for their little camp among the trees. A fire wasbuilt to light up the tents while the girls were arranging theirblankets and preparing themselves for bed. "Hindenburg gets free range for the night, " volunteered Hippy. So, withthe bull pup on watch, all hands turned in, for an early start was to bemade on the following morning. They were awakened by his barking atdaybreak. Joe Shafto was hallooing to them. "Git a hustle on ye, " she called in answer to Tom Gray's answering hail. There was a scramble in the camp of the Overlanders, for they desired toshow their guide that they were no novices at breaking camp and gettingunder way. Just as they were finishing their breakfasts Joe led overJune and July, and waited observantly while Tom and Hippy rolled theirbelongings into packs which Mrs. Shafto lashed to the mules with her ownhands. "Ye see the twins don't like to have strangers monkeyin' around 'em, "she explained. "I'll git goin' now and ye kin foller along. I've got togit Henry first. " "Eh? What's that?" demanded Hippy. "I don't go nowheres without my Henry. " "You--you aren't going to take that beast with you, are you, Mrs. Shafto?" cried Emma. "I sure be, and I reckon ye'll be mighty glad to have him along beforewe git through with this here hop into the Big Woods. " Emma groaned dismally. "Never mind, " soothed Hippy. "You can practice your nature reading stunton him. Who knows but that you may learn the bear language, so that bythe time we finish our work up here you will be able to go out in theforest and tell the bears your life history, and listen to them tellingyou theirs. Of course they might eat you, but that would not matter. " "Huh!" grunted Miss Dean, elevating her nose and turning her back onhim. "Mount!" ordered Hippy, after each girl had saddled her pony and stoodwaiting for the start. They swung into their saddles with agility, andjogged out into the road with Hindenburg racing ahead and darting back, barking joyously. He was already feeling the call of the wild. "There's Joe, " called Emma, as they rounded a bend in the road. "I do not see the bear, " wondered Tom. "Perhaps she decided to leave him at home to shift for himself. I hopeso. " Grace said she hoped _not_, for the bear would make life interesting forthem. Joe was sitting on the back of one of her pack mules jogging along, leading the second mule behind, but, though she must have heard theOverlanders shout to her, she neither replied nor looked back. Hindenburg, however, darted ahead and began barking at the mules, dodging their heels successfully for several minutes, much to theamusement of the party following. At last, however, he caught a glancingblow from a mule foot that sent him rolling into the bushes. In a fewmoments he was out again, circling mules and rider, barking his angryprotests, then dodging off the trail into the bushes where they heardhim barking with a different note in his voice. "There comes the bear!" cried Nora. "Look at him!" "Yes, and there comes Hindenburg bucking the line, " added Hippy. The bear, followed by the dog, burst into sight just at the moment thatHindenburg nipped the bear's hind leg. Henry whirled, made a pass at thepup, and missed him. The bear then charged Hindenburg with mouth wideopen, and the battle was on. [Illustration: The Bear Advanced, Sparring Like a Prize Fighter. ] "Call off yer dog, " shouted Joe. "Call off your bear, " answered Hippy Wingate. The guide tried to do so and failed. Hippy's efforts to draw Hindenburgfrom the fray met with no better success. It was at this juncture that the bear scored first blood. With a wellplaced blow of his paw he knocked the pup into the middle of the road, and the lead mule, at whose heels Hindenburg had fallen, kicked him therest of the way into the bushes. "Sick 'im, Henry!" yelled Joe. "No you don't, " shouted Hippy as the bear ambled across the road inpursuit of the injured pup. "I'll learn that fresh pup to bite my bear, " flung back the forestwoman. "And I'll kill that brute of a bear if he gets the pup, " retorted Hippy, galloping his pony to the point at which the two animals haddisappeared, and leaping from Ginger's back, regardless of the risk oflosing his mount. Hippy plunged into the bushes to the rescue of the bull pup. The dog'syelps indicated that he was in further trouble, which Hippy discoveredto be the fact when he came in sight of the combatants. Henry was boxingthe unfortunate dog with both fore paws. Hindenburg, from whose mouthand nose the blood was running, was staggering about weakly, but tryinghis utmost to get a hold and hang on. "Let go, Henry, you brute!" commanded Hippy. Henry, however, instead of letting go, ambled at the dog with wide openmouth, thoroughly angered and determined to finish with his teeth thebattle he had begun with his paws. Lieutenant Wingate sprang into the fray and delivered a kick on the sideof the bear's head with all the strength he could throw into the blow. Henry rose in his might, rearing on hind legs, and advanced on Hippy, snarling and showing his teeth, and sparring like a prize fighter. "That's your game, is it?" jeered the Overland Rider. _Whack!_ Hippy planted a blow with his fist full on Henry's nose, the most tenderpart of a bear's body. Henry reeled, backed away, followed by LieutenantWingate who sparred skillfully, frequently planting other blows on thetender nose of his adversary. Boxing with a bear was a new experience for him, but his success thusfar made Hippy careless, and in a particularly savage blow he threw hisbody too far forward, missed the nose, and was obliged to spring towardsthe animal to save himself from falling. Henry, despite his rage and aching nose, did not miss his opportunity. Both powerful front legs closed about Hippy Wingate like a flash, andthe man and the bear went down together. CHAPTER VI CAMPING UNDER THE GIANT PINES Tom Gray heard the two crash into the bushes, as he was on his way tothe scene followed by Joe Shafto and part of the Overland outfit. As he went down Hippy had the presence of mind to thrust both handsunder the bear's chin and press upward with all his strength, though, inthat tight embrace, it was difficult to do anything except gasp forbreath and wonder how long it would be before he heard the snap of hisribs breaking in. With the bear's breath hot on his face, Lieutenant Wingate afterwardsremembered wondering why it was that Henry did not bite when the bitingwas good. Never having bitten a human being and having no recollection, in all probability, of any associates outside of human beings the bearmay not have been inclined to bite. On the other hand, the bear's temper appeared to be rising, for hisgrowls were growing more menacing with the seconds. "Hindenburg! Sick 'im!" gasped Hippy. He heard the pup, weak from loss of blood, give a feeble yelp, then asnarl, and in the next second Hindenburg had fastened his teeth inHenry's neck. A heavy paw swept Hindenburg away and left him quivering and moaning. The respite had been sufficient, however, to enable Lieutenant Wingateto roll out of the clutches of the beast, but his freedom was brief. Hippy had hardly sprung to his feet when the bear rose and snatched himagain. It was at this juncture that Tom and the guide arrived, just in time tosee Hippy Wingate deliver another blow squarely on Henry's all tootender nose. "Henry!" yelled the woman. "Let go, Henry!" Henry plainly was in no mood to let go, and it was evident that it wasnow his intention to bite and bite hard, for the snarling mouth was wideopen when Joe Shafto sprang to the rescue. Joe carried a hardwood club, which she evidently carried as a handy weapon. "Now will ye mind me!" she shrieked, bringing the club down with amighty whack on the bridge of Henry's head. "Take that, and that, andthat!" she added, delivering three more resounding whacks. Henry uttered a howl, released his hold on Hippy Wingate and rolled overon his back, feet in the air, where he lay whining and plainly beggingfor mercy like a child that was being punished. Hippy had quickly rolled out of the way and jumped up, his face bloody, and his clothes showing rents where Henry's claws had raked them. Hippyran to Hindenburg whom he found whimpering and licking his wounds. "You poor fish! Why did you do it?" rebuked Lieutenant Wingate. "Git up!" commanded Joe Shafto, poking Henry in the ribs with her stick. "Come with me and behave yerself, or I'll wallop ye till ye won't beable to smell venison for a year of Sundays. " The guide fastened on oneof Henry's ears and started for the trail, Henry ambling along meekly ather side. "Lieutenant, keep that pup away from my Henry, " ordered Joe. "Joe, keep that bear away from my pup, " retorted Hippy, carryingHindenburg in his arms and gently depositing him in the saddle bag. "Oh, Hippy, what happened to you?" cried Emma. "I've been communing with nature, " he answered briefly. "Darlin', let me wipe the blood from your face, " crooned Nora. "Did thenaughty bear scratch oo bootiful face?" The Overlanders shouted and Hippy, very red of face, sprang into hissaddle with such a jolt that Ginger gave him a lively minute of buckingin which poor Hindenburg got a shaking up that made him whimper. The forest woman with her mules had already started and was now somedistance in the lead, with her pet bear shuffling along at the edge ofthe road abreast of the leading mule. "Ye git nothin' to eat to-day, Henry. I didn't bring ye up to brawl andto fit with yaller dogs, ye lazy lout, " scolded Joe. When the party halted for its noon rest and luncheon, Henry sat moroselyat one side of their camping place, now and then licking his chops, while Hindenburg, performing the same service for his wounds, occupied aposition on the opposite side of the camp. Neither animal appeared to beaware of the other's existence. "Behold the forest, " said Tom Gray later in the afternoon, halting hispony on a rise of ground, and encompassing a wide range of country witha sweep of his arm. It was an undulating sea of deep green, almost as limitless as the skyitself, that the Overland Riders gazed upon. "Them's the Big North Woods, " Joe informed them. "We take a log trailjust beyond here, and to-night we'll be in the 'Pineys. '" "And to-morrow I shall be off and at work, " announced Tom. They were soon picking their way along a shady fragrant trail, tall, straight, noble pines about them seeming to be vieing with each other intheir efforts to reach the blue sky. The wind now bore a new fragrance, and the air was heavily pungent with the odor of pine. "Emma, does your nature cult explain to you why the trees grow so talland so straight?" asked Tom, riding up beside Miss Dean. Emma shook her head. "Because they are fighting the battle of nature--fighting for existence, for their very lives, just as all the world of humans is fighting itsbattle. A tree must have light and air, or it dies. To get these it mustgrow up, it must keep up with its competitors, the trees about it, andforge ahead of them if possible, ever reaching up and up for sunlightand air. Once let it fall behind and it is lost; it is overwhelmed bythe sturdier giants; it pales and pines and seems to lose its ambition. The tree, knowing it has lost its grip, then seems to grow thin andgaunt, and one day it goes crashing down, to rot and furnishnourishment for the giants that overwhelmed it. The tree's life, likeours, is a struggle for existence, with the survival of the fittest. " "Were I a tree I think I should prefer to grow alone out in an openfield, " decided Emma. "Not if you were a wise tree, you would not, " laughed Tom. "Out thereyou would be the plaything of the winds. Your body would be exposed tothe glaring sun, the full blast of every passing storm, and the bittercold of winter, which would, unless you were very hardy, have a tendencyto retard your growth and weaken your vigor. Trees, like humans, do notenjoy a lonely life, but when they get together they immediately enterinto bitter competition. Isn't that quite human?" "Where are you heading, Mrs. Shafto?" interrupted Grace, as the guidestruck off, leaving the trail and entering the dense forest. "Goin' to find a campin' place while I kin see, " she answered. Now andthen Joe would halt to examine an old blaze on a tree, occasionallymaking a new blaze with her short-handled woodsman's axe on the oppositeside of the tree so that, upon returning along that trail, the new blazemight be easily seen. "I fear that I was not born with a woodsman's sense, " complained Anne. "No one is. That is why a woodsman blazes trees, " answered Tom. "I donot know whether you people are familiar with 'blazes. ' Grace knowssomething about them. " "The only 'blaze' I know anything about is the blaze I make when I tryto start a cook fire, " laughed Hippy. "You will need more knowledge than that if you stray a hundred yardsfrom camp in the Pineries, " replied Tom as they rode along. "A blaze ismade by a single downward stroke of the axe, the object being to exposea good-sized spot of the whitish sapwood, which, set in the darkframework of the bark, is a staring mark that is certain to attractattention. " "Yes, but suppose the traveler tries to find the trail a year or solater?" questioned the practical Elfreda. "Hasn't it grown up so highthat he can't see it?" "No. A blaze always remains at its original height above the ground, because a tree increases its height and girth only by building on top ofthe previous growth. There is much of interest that I could tell youalong this line, but I will merely describe the various blazes and theirmeanings, leaving the rest until some other time. It is well to rememberthat a trail blazed in a forest is likely to have been made either by ahunter, a lumberman, a timber-looker, or a surveyor. A hunter's line isapt to be inconspicuous. So is a timber-looker's, because he issearching for a bonanza and doesn't wish anyone else to discover it. Asurveyor's line is always absolutely straight, except where it meets aninsurmountable object, when it makes a right-angle turn to avoid theobject, then goes straight ahead again. "All trees that stand directly on the line of a survey have two notchescut on each side of them and are called 'sight trees. ' Bushes on or nearthe line are bent by the woodsman at right angles to it. "When a blaze line turns abruptly so that a person following it mightotherwise overlook it, a long slash is made on that side of the treewhich faces the new direction. There are other forms of blazes, such asmarking section corners, boundaries and the like, which it isunnecessary for you to know now, but with which it might be wise for youto familiarize yourselves as you go along. This is the end of your firstlesson. " "There's the fork of the river that we are goin' to camp on, " calledJoe, riding down a steep bank, followed by the Overlanders, their poniesslipping and sliding until they had reached the more level ground nearthe stream. "We camp here, " announced the forest woman. "If ye don't like it, pickout yer own camp. The bear and I stay right here. " Dismounting, Tom strode over to the tree under which Joe had announcedher intention of making camp, and, placing a hand on it, gazed up alongits length, then at the adjacent trees. "She's stood here for a hundred years or more, and I reckon no wind willblow her down to-night. All right!" announced Tom. "Get busy, girls, " called Grace. The Overlanders, dismounting, inhaled deeply of the air, heavily pungentwith the odor of the pine, then set to work with a vim to pitch theircamp. Tom, in the meantime, climbed the bank to look at a huge pile oflogs that lay on a skidway above their camping place. "Someone got left last spring, " he said upon his return to hiscompanions. "Those logs were cut last winter, but the water in the riverlast spring was evidently too low to float them down, so they must staywhere they are until next spring awaiting the freshets. The blocks willthen be knocked from under the skidway and those hundreds of thousandsof feet of timber will go thundering down into the river. You willobserve that they have cut a channel or 'travoy, ' as it is called, through which the logs will roll after leaving the skidway, and pass onto the stream. This 'travoy' is pretty well grown over with secondgrowth, but the logs will roll the growth down, and when they do youwould think that all the tremendous forces of nature had been letloose. " By this time the camp was nearly finished, and the tents of theOverlanders looked like tiny doll houses under those giant pines, and inthis, the very heart of nature, in the silence and the grandeur of itall, the girls felt a deep sense of something that they could notdefine, which left them disinclined to laugh or chatter. Soon after dark the sky became overcast, the pines began drippingmoisture, and a gentle breeze was heard murmuring in the tops of thetrees. "Come, little nature child! What are the wild winds in the tree-topssaying?" teased Hippy, breaking an awed silence of several minutes. "I--I don't rightly know, " answered Emma, after listening intently tothe whisperings in the pines. "I--I think that the message they aretrying to convey to me--to us--is a warning of something to come, something that is near at hand. I wish Madam Gersdorff were here. Shecould read the warning and tell us what peril it is that is hoveringover us. " Nora uttered a shrill peal of laughter. "Don't, " begged Anne. "You've got a bad attack of the willies, " groaned Hippy in a tone ofdisgust that brought a half-hearted laugh from his companions, though, had they been willing to admit it, they too felt something of thedepression that was reflected in Emma Dean's face and voice. Work on the camp finished, the Overland Riders put out the fire andturned in, Henry rolling himself up into a furry ball, Hindenburgsnuggling down between Tom and Hippy. Only forest sounds, now faint andfar away, marred the solemn impressive stillness of the Big North Woods, a stillness that was destined to be rudely interrupted ere the dawn ofanother day. CHAPTER VII FELLED BY A MYSTERIOUS BLOW When Grace awakened late in the night the feeling of oppression withwhich she had gone to sleep still lay heavy upon her. The faint soughingof a breeze in the tree tops, the light thuds of falling pine cones, were the only sounds to be heard outside of the breathing of hercompanions who were sleeping soundly. Suddenly her ears caught a distant roar, and a few drops of rainpattered on the tent. "It is going to storm, " murmured Grace. "I hope no dead limbs fall fromthe trees on our camp. " Pulling the blankets over her head to shut outthe sounds she tried to go to sleep, but sleep would not come, so Graceuncovered her head and lay listening. The wind seemed to die down for a while, but it soon sprang up withrenewed strength, and was sweeping violently over the tops of the pines, which were creaking and groaning under the strain. A distant crash toldof some forest giant that had gone down under the blast; then the rainfell, a deluge of it, which finally beat through the little tents andtrickled down over the sleeping Overland girls. "Are you all right in there?" called Tom from the outside. "Yes, but we are getting wet. Is it going to last long?" asked Grace. "Not being able to get a view of the sky, I can't say positively. Itseems like only a shower to me. " "Wait a moment. I'll join you. " Grace hurriedly dressed and, throwing on her rubber coat, stepped out. "I don't just like the way some of these trees are acting, " said Tom. "Perhaps you haven't noticed how the ground is heaving. " "Yes I have, but I did not know that it meant anything alarming. " "It shows that the wind is throwing a great strain on the trees and thatthere is too much play in the roots for the good of the trees--andourselves, " he added. "I hope our supplies do not fall down under thewhipping they are getting. " The provisions had been slung in sacks from a rope strung between twotrees, about ten feet above the ground, to keep them out of reach ofHenry and other prowling animals. "How long have you been up?" asked Grace. "Half an hour or so. I went up to the ridge to the rear of the camp, thinking that I had heard something unusual going on up there, buthurried back when the rain started. What I heard must have been thetrees creaking. " They listened to the storm for several minutes, Tom Gray trying tointerpret the sounds. "Awaken the girls!" he directed, acting upon a sudden resolution. "Getthem out as quickly as possible. " Tom had heard a sound coming from theridge that stirred him into quick action. "Tell them to fetch theblankets and our rifles. We mustn't lose any of those things. " "Will you call Hippy and Joe?" "Yes, yes. Hurry!" "Turn out!" shouted Tom at the opening of Hippy's tent. "Be lively. Blankets and weapons with you. " "Wha--at, in this storm?" wailed Hippy. "Better get wet than get killed, " retorted Tom, springing over to JoeShafto's tent. Joe answered his hail with a sharp demand to know what hewanted. "Pile out as quickly as possible. We are likely to have trouble. Andcall your bear off. " Henry was sniffing at Tom's heels and growling ominously, but he obeyedthe incisive command of his master and retired to his position in frontof her tent. The girls, he found, were already out of their tents, blankets overtheir heads, all shivering in the chill rain, all too cold to speakexcept Emma Dean. "I--I to-o-old you something was go-going to happen, " she stammered. "The v-v-v-voice of nature to-o-old me so. " "N-n-n-nature is an old fogy, " jeered Hippy mockingly. "Nothing hashappened and I don't know why we have been dragged out into this rottenstorm. " "Follow me and watch your step, " directed Tom tersely. He led the way tothe river and along its bank to the tethering ground. "Lead your poniesto a safer place, further up the stream, " he ordered. This hurried departure from their camp was a good deal of a mystery tothe Overland Riders. They did not understand why, nor did Tom Gray tellthem. "Hippy, help me tie the horses, " he said, after having gone several rodsfurther up stream. "One at a time with the ponies, folks, then go makeyourselves as comfortable as possible under the bluff of the bank. Thebushes there will offer you more protection from the wind and rain thanthe trees would. " Shortly thereafter Tom and Hippy joined their shivering companions, andthe party, with blankets stretched over their heads, huddled miserablyas they sat on the wet ground under the blanket roof, Hindenburg onHippy's lap, and Henry outside in the rain licking the water from hisdripping coat of fur. "How are you, J. Elfreda?" teased Grace. "Saturated and satiated, " answered Miss Briggs briefly. "I wonder what the voices of nature are saying at the present moment?"mused Hippy. "If they feel anything like I do, their remarks are moreforceful than elegant. " "Even if you were to hear them you would be mo wiser, " observed Emma. "Only persons with unusual minds can read the messages that natureconveys. " Someone under the blanket roof giggled, and Hippy articulated "Ahem!" "As I was about to say--What's that?" he exclaimed sharply. A boom, that reminded all who heard it of the explosion of ahigh-powered shell at a distance, smote the ears of the Overland Riders. Then a succession of resounding reports and terrific crashings shook theearth. "Stay where you are!" shouted Tom Gray as, with single accord, the girlssprang to their feet and started to run. They halted at sound of Tom'svoice. Something from the air struck the ground with a thud, and Hippy Wingatetoppled over against Elfreda Briggs and sank down, uttering a faintmoan. "Hippy's hurt! Something hit him. Quick, Tom! Show a light!" cried MissBriggs. Tom Gray flashed a ribbon of light from his pocket lamp and sprang tohis companion. "Hippy! Hippy!" he begged. Nora uttered an anguished wail, and in an instant her arms were aboutLieutenant Wingate's neck. "Let go and give him air, " commanded Tom. Hippy lay as he had fallen, half on his side, one arm doubled under hishead. A red welt across his forehead showed where the blow that felledhim had fallen. The reverberating crashes that had shaken the earth were dying out andnow seemed much further away than at first. CHAPTER VIII THEIR FIRST DISASTER "Oh, what has happened?" begged Anne tremblingly. "The logs went out, " answered Tom briefly. "Di--did a log hit Hippy?" questioned Emma. "I don't know what hit him. Fetch water, " directed Tom, who was fanningthe unconscious Hippy with his hat. Joe Shafto had run down to the stream and, at this juncture, came up tothem with a hatful of water, which she handed to Tom. Grace took Tom'shat from him and did the fanning while her husband was bathing Hippy'sface. The rain had become a misty drizzle and the wind had died outentirely, but the trees were dripping moisture that soaked into theclothing of the Overland Riders more effectively than had the downpourof a few moments before. It was nearly half an hour before Lieutenant Wingate regainedconsciousness, and it was some little time later before he could hold asitting position, for his head was swimming. "Had we better not get him under his tent?" asked Grace. "If there is a tent left, yes. You folks will remain right here until Ireturn. I am going over to the camp, " replied Tom. "Is there danger?" questioned Grace anxiously. "I think not. I shall not be gone more than a few minutes. " Tom took his pocket lamp with him, leaving the Overlanders in the dark, for their own lamps were in their packs in the tents. Tom, however, cameback inside of fifteen minutes. "How is the camp?" asked Elfreda. "There isn't any camp, " answered Tom. "Wha--at?" gasped the Overlanders. "It hit me and went on into the river, " groaned Hippy. "Voice ofnature, " he added in a mutter, but no one laughed. "Our camp was pitched in the travoy way. The storm loosened the supportsof the skidway and let the logs down. Several hundred thousand feet ofthem rolled over our camp and mashed it flat. A good part of the timberwent on into the river. The rest of it is scattered all the way alongthe travoy. " "What! All our provisions gone?" wailed Hippy. "No. They were strung up high enough to be out of the way, " spoke upGrace. "You are wrong, Grace, " differed Tom. "A log must have ended up andbroken the rope. At least the rope is broken and most of our suppliesappear to have been carried away. We are now back to first principles. We must either go back for fresh supplies or live as the forest wandererlives, rustling for our grub as we go along. The first thing to be doneis to build a fire. " "Fine! I should like to see you do that with everything soaking wet, "laughed Elfreda. "We shall see, " replied Tom. "What we need first of all is light so wemay see what we are about. " After searching about, Tom found an old uptilted log which he proposedto use as a "backlog" for a fire. He next roamed about with his lamp, hunting for a dead pine tree leaning to the south. He explained that thewood and bark on the under side of such a tree would be reasonably dryand would make excellent fuel. He found one that had been shivered bylightning, and from the south side of this he chopped off bark andchips. The girls carried these to the fallen uptilted tree. In the meantime, the guide had searched for and found several pineknots. From these Tom whittled shavings from their less resinous ends, leaving the shavings on the sticks. He set these knots up like a tripodunder the fallen tree, small ends down and the shavings touching. "We will now strike a match and you shall see whether or not we know howto build a fire under present conditions. Grace, how do you think youwould strike a match with nothing dry to strike it on?" he teased. "I do not believe I should strike it, " answered Grace. "Hold your hat over me, " he directed, getting down on his knees. Tomplaced the head of the match between his teeth and jerked the matchforward through the teeth, cupped the match in his hands until the flameof the match ran up its stick, whereupon he applied it to the shavings. The pine knots flickered, then flamed up, snapping and shooting outlittle streamers of reddish fire. Bark and splinters from the leaningtree were placed about the knots, and in a few moments they had acheerful fire. "Cut two saplings and spread the blanket for a backing, " said Tom, nodding to the guide. Joe sharpened one end of each sapling and forced them into the groundback of the log, and on the saplings she stretched one of the wetblankets. "Girls, in all our campaigning we haven't learned much, have we?"demanded Anne. "Had it not been for Tom we should have sat all night inmisery and wetness. I think we are going to learn something on thisjourney. " "It strikes me that we have already learned a few things, " observed MissBriggs. Lieutenant Wingate recovered rapidly, and when able he began searchingabout to discover what had hit him but could find nothing. The clothing of the party under the influence of that red-hot fire soondried out, and the spirits of the Overland Riders rose in proportion. Acting upon Elfreda's suggestion that they make an effort to salvagetheir supplies, Tom and Hippy prepared pitchpine torches, and all handsrepaired to the scene of their late camping place. "Look! Oh, look!" cried Emma, as they came within sight of it. Not avestige of the camp was left. Logs lay about everywhere, some almoststanding on end. Young trees were broken off short, bushes laid flat asif a tornado had swept over the scene, and here and there the trunks ofgiant trees were scarred where the bark had been torn off by logs comingin contact with them. "Think what might have happened to us had we not got out in time, "murmured Anne. "We should have been mashed flat, " agreed Emma. "How terrible!" "That is what comes from listening to the voice of nature, " chuckledHippy. "Here are some of our provisions, " called Grace, who had been clamberingover the logs, peering under them and feeling about among the pinecones. She uncovered a dozen or so cans of food, all dented, some mashedout flat, and while she was doing this Elfreda discovered some badlybattered mess kits. Hippy salvaged a chunk of bacon on the river bank, and others foundwidely scattered remnants of their supplies, including some that hadbeen swept into the river which had not floated away. "This will keep us going until we can replenish our larder, " finallyannounced Grace. "After daybreak we shall undoubtedly find more of ourbelongings. The tents, however, seem to have been destroyed. I found afew pieces of canvas, but that was all. I am glad we saved ourblankets. " "By the way, Mrs. Shafto, where is Henry?" asked Nora. "Henry!" cried Joe. "If Henry is wise he will be found up a tree, " chuckled Hippy. "Henry! Henre-e-e-e-e!" called the forest woman. "Oh, Henre-e-e-e-e-e!Here, Hen, Hen, Hen, Hen! Come here, I tell ye! Hen, Hen, Hen, Hen, Hen!" "Crow! Maybe that will fetch Hen, " suggested Hippy, and the Overlandgirls shouted. "Don't ye make fun of me!" raged the forest woman, striding over toHippy and shaking a belligerent fist before his face. "I give ye noticethat Joe Shafto kin take care of herself and her bear, and she don'tneed no advice from a greenhorn like yerself. " Hippy backed away, thewoman following him and still shaking her fist, and the more the girlslaughed the angrier did Joe get. "That's all right, old dear. Don't get excited, " begged Hippy, trying tosoothe the irate woman. "What? Old dear! Don't ye call me old dear. I ain't yer old dear nor yeryoung dear. Ain't ye ashamed of yerself to speak to yer betters thatway, and 'specially to a woman of my years? I'll larn ye to be civil andto mind yer own business!" Joe gave the embarrassed Hippy a sound box onone ear, then on the other. "Take that, and that, " she cried. "Next timeI'll use the club on ye!" Each blow jolted Hippy's head. "Mrs. Shafto! Please, please! We can't have any such actions in thisoutfit, " rebuked Grace. "Lieutenant Wingate did not mean to offend you, and you must learn to be a good fellow and take as well as give if youare going to stay with this outfit. If you think you cannot, now is thetime to say so. " "Do ye want me to git out?" demanded Joe, glaring at Grace. "Indeed we do not. We wish you to remain, to be a good fellow, to sharein our pleasures and take the unpleasant features in the spirit of theOverland Riders. Do you think you can do this?" Grace smiled as she saidit. "I reckon yer right, Miss Gray, " decided the forest woman after amoment's pondering and glaring through her spectacles at Grace. "Thank you. Nora, suppose you lead Hippy to one side--by the ear--andread him a little lecture, " suggested Grace. "I'll do that, " agreed Nora Wingate. "Hippy, my darlin', you come withme. I'll fetch a stout stick and I'll make you think of home andmother. " Even Joe Shafto laughed as Nora playfully led Hippy away by an ear. Theyfound them half an hour later sitting by the fire where Nora was stilllecturing her irrepressible spouse. "I've reformed, Mrs. Shafto, " called Hippy as he saw them approaching. "I was mistaken in thinking you were my dear. You aren't. Henry is yourdear. " "I don't know whether he is or not. I'm afraid Henry loped away when thelogs came down. I'll track him when it gets light enough to see. " All was peace in the Overland camp again, and, while they were waitingfor daylight, Tom and Hippy hammered their mess kits back into shapewith an axe, greatly to the amusement of their companions. As thegraying skies finally brought out in relief the tops of the trees, Elfreda, who had been gazing up at them, uttered a sudden exclamation. "What is that up there?" she exclaimed. "It looks like an animal. " "It's my Henry!" shouted the guide. "Come down here, ye beast! Comedown, I say. Henry, do ye hear me?" Henry plainly did, but he took his time about obeying, and it was notuntil the light became stronger that he made a move to descend. Afterreaching the last of the lower limbs of the tree, Henry slid the rest ofthe way down, dislodging the bark with his claws, a little shower ofbark sifting over Joe, who was waiting at the base of the tree towelcome her pet. This she did in characteristic fashion when he reachedthe ground, by giving him a few light taps with her ever-ready club. Henry slunk away and sat down by himself to brood over his troubles, Hindenburg from a safe distance eyeing the bear, a dark ruff showingalong his pugnacious little back. Mrs. Shafto began the preparation of breakfast immediately afterrecovering her bear. While she was doing this, the light now beingstrong enough to permit, Tom climbed the bank to examine the skidwayfrom which the logs had swept down over their camp. Tom remained upthere until the loud halloos of his companions informed him thatbreakfast was ready. The forester returned to his camp slowly andthoughtfully. "Find anything up there?" questioned Hippy, giving him a quick glance ofinquiry. Tom nodded. "The tents?" asked Elfreda. "Naturally not up there, " he replied, sitting down on a blanket andtaking the plate of bacon that Elfreda handed to him. "Out with it, " laughed Grace. "It always is reflected in your face whenthere is anything weighty on your mind. " "Having something on one's mind is more than all of us can boast, "chortled Hippy. "I might mention names were it not that I am too politeto do so, " he added, grinning at Emma, who flushed. "At least I did not get my ears boxed, " she retorted. "Mrs. Shaftoserved you just right, though I think we all regret that, while aboutit, she did not make a finished job of it. " "That subject is closed, " reminded Miss Briggs. "Hippy, don't you say another word, " warned Nora Wingate, and, after thelaugh had subsided, they looked at Tom. "I went up to examine the skidway, " he said. "What I found there fullyconfirmed the vague suspicions that were already in my mind. " "Eh?" interrupted Hippy, leaning forward expectantly. Elfreda nodded, as if Tom had confirmed her own conclusions. "It was not wholly the rain that dislodged the supports of the logs, folks, " resumed Tom. "No--ot rain?" exclaimed Hippy, blinking at his companion. "Not rain, " repeated Tom. "Human hands loosened the supports that sentthe great pile of logs down on the camp of the Overlanders, " he declaredimpressively. CHAPTER IX LUMBER-JACKS SEEK REVENGE "Same old game, " grumbled Hippy. "What makes you think that the skidway was tampered with?" questionedAnne, after the exclamations following Tom's startling assertion hadsubsided. "Because the evidence is there. Even a novice could read the signs leftthere. In spots, I found the imprints of rubber boots. I also found fourcanthooks, used for rolling logs. " Hippy suggested that these might have been left when the lumbermenstopped work in the early spring, but Tom shook his head. "No. They were new, which indicates that they were brought to this placewithin a few days--probably within the last few hours, for the hooks didnot have a single point of rust on them. " "But, Tom! I cannot understand how moving that tremendous weight in bulkwas possible for a handful of men, " wondered Grace. "Jacks can do anything they wish with logs, " answered Tom Gray. "In thisinstance they called on nature for assistance, and fickle nature lentthem a hand by sending them rain. The ground too, I discovered, had beendug out under the lower side of the skidway and the supports knockedout. " "The varmints!" growled Joe Shafto, who had been an attentive listenerto Tom's story. "The jacks shifted some logs around to act as a track to give the logson the skidway a good start down the bank; they further cleared achannel lower down so that the water might undermine the skidway stillmore, then, when the trap was properly set, undoubtedly gave the top ofthe pile a start with their hooks. I can't describe it so you people, unfamiliar with logging operations, can get the picture clearly. " "I think you do very well, " answered Emma wisely. "Of course, Hippycould improve upon it, but fortunately he is not telling the story. " "Do you know of any early lumber operations near here, Mrs. Shafto?"asked Tom. The guide said she did not, but that the woods were often full ofcutters late in the fall and in the early winter. "Section Forty-three was goin' to start cuttin' on the first of thismonth I heard, but I don't know whuther they did or not, " she said. Tom Gray consulted his forestry map and nodded. "We will look in on them, so I believe I shall stay with you until theday after to-morrow. In the meantime I shall have another look at theskidway while you people are packing up, " he said, rising. "What shall we do without tents?" questioned Anne anxiously. "Do nicely. When we make camp this afternoon Mrs. Shafto and I will showyou. I do not think it advisable to head directly for Forty-three, butto camp in the vicinity of that section, as I shall wish to speak withthe foreman of the gang there. " "Reckon ye know what ye wants to do, " nodded the guide. When Tom returned from the skidway he smiled and shook his head inanswer to the question in Grace's eyes. "Nothing further, " he said briefly. "You should have been an Indian, " laughed Grace. "Should have been? He is, " averred Hippy. Not a shred of canvas large enough to cover a mess plate was found inthe ruins of their camp, and, as soon as they had assembled and packedwhat was left of their equipment, the party went on without tents. Afterluncheon that day they turned off from the lumber trail and struck outinto the densely timbered land, Joe following her course by certain oldblazes on trees. Traveling there was much slower than it had been on theopen lumber trail, but the Overlanders made satisfactory time, andcovered nearly twenty miles before they halted to prepare their camp forthe night. It lacked three hours of nightfall then, so Tom Gray decided to go overto Section Forty-three and have his talk with the foreman of that lumbercamp. It was an hour-and-a-half later when he returned, flushed andangry. "Well?" questioned Grace. "I learned that a dozen jacks came in from Bisbee's Corners last night, but when I asked that they be lined up to see if I could identify any ofthem as belonging to the mob that attacked us at Bisbee's, the foremanthreatened to set the whole outfit of jacks on me. He said he was notrunning a detective bureau and that he didn't give a rap what his jacksdid so long as they got out timber. " "What's his name?" interrupted the guide. "Tatem, he said. " "Feller with a wooden leg?" demanded Joe. "Yes. " "That's Peg Tatem, the biggest ruffian of 'em all. He'd brain ye with apeavey if you give him any back talk. I've always thought that Peg knewthe devils who killed my man. Oh, I hope the time comes when I get achance to set Henry on him. Henry'd make toothpicks of that peg-leg. Ipromise ye that. His outfit ain't any better'n Peg himself. " "Who is the contractor?" asked Tom. "It's the Dusenbery outfit. Dusenbery is always timber-lookin', peekin'about the Pinies to find a cuttin' that he kin steal, and he's stole alot of it, Cap'n Gray. Ye lookin' for timber thieves?" "That is a part of my job up here, " answered Tom smilingly. "Git Dusenbery and ye'll have the biggest stealer of these Big NorthWoods, but have yer gun handy when ye git him or he'll git ye first. "With this parting admonition, Joe took a currycomb and brush from herkit bag and began grooming Henry's coat, which, from contact with brushand thorns, and the wetting he had received the night before, looked asif it needed it. "The burning question of the moment is, do we sleep on feathers or firsto-night?" inquired Hippy. "We will get at that right away. Mrs. Shafto, please show LieutenantWingate how to pick a backlog and let him get spruce boughs for twolean-tos and wood for the night's fuel, " directed Tom. While this was being done, Tom selected the camp site; then cut and setfour poles, the rear pair lower than the front, and across these he laidridge poles. When the spruce boughs were brought in they were placed ontop of the framework thus erected, and in a few moments the roof was on. The ends of the lean-to were closed by hanging spruce boughs over them. The roof boughs were all laid in the same direction, butts towards thefront, tops towards the rear. This accomplished, a little green house had appeared like magic, but itwas not yet complete. Spruce boughs were brought and spread over theground under the lean-tos to the depth of about a foot, all laid oneway, smooth and springy and so sweetly odorous that the air in thelittle house seemed intoxicating. Emma Dean dove in headfirst. "Stop that! This house is not intended to be a rough-house, " protestedHippy, coming up at this juncture with an armful of boughs. "I can't help it. It is so perfectly stunning. Do you know what its nameis? Why, Green Gables, of course, and--" "What are the wild birds saying?" mocked Hippy. "They will be crooning a good-night lullaby the instant I lay my wearyperson down, " declared Elfreda Briggs. A second lean-to, much smaller than the first, was erected. Thenpreparations for the campfire were begun. This was laid on slopingground a little lower down than the lean-tos. First, a log was placedand stakes driven behind it to keep it from rolling down the slightdecline, its purpose being to supply the backlog of the fire, which, when started, would be almost on a level with the lean-tos, and aboutfour feet from them. Evergreen boughs were cut and laid lengthwise infront of the lean-tos, to be planted between the houses and the fire, incase the fire might be too hot for the occupants. Hippy was now bringing in the night-wood and complaining bitterly abouthaving to do all the work. "Why not harness up that lazy bear and make him draw in the logs?" hedemanded. "If ye'll harness the pup and snake in a log with him, I'll make myHenry snake two logs, " retorted the forest woman. Hippy went back for another load of wood, his shoulders jogging up anddown with laughter. "This is all very fine, Tom, but what are we going to do after you haveleft us?" wondered Anne. "Grace knows how to build a lean-to, and I am positive that Mrs. Shaftodoes, " answered Tom. Joe nodded. "When you go into permanent camp you will require a differentconstruction to keep the rain out. Bark stripped from trees will answerthe purpose, " Tom informed them. The small lean-to was for the guide, and another of about the same sizewas later erected for Tom and Hippy, though further from the fire thanthe little green houses for the girls and the guide. Night was upon them by the time they had finished, and Mrs. Shaftoalready had built a small cook fire and was preparing supper. About thetime it was ready Tom put a match under the larger pile of wood, and acheerful blaze flamed up. "Try the house and see how warm it is, girls, " suggested Grace. Exclamations of delight and gurgles of satisfaction followed their trialof the lean-to. "Why, it is as warm as a steam-heated house, " cried Nora. "That is because the rear side of the lean-to is closed and the frontopen. The heat therefore remains in the lean-to. Even a low fire willkeep one warm in such a shelter in the coldest of winter nights, " Graceexplained to her companions. In the meantime Tom and Hippy were discussing the attack of the previousnight, and Tom Gray was cautioning Hippy to be on the lookout all thetime and see to it that the Overland girls were protected. "We are getting into rough country. I don't need to tell you that, " saidTom. "Law is quite a way removed from us, and it takes time to get thelaw operating in the Big Woods country. By the time it does get working, the guilty ones generally are out of reach. I wish we had got in touchwith Willy Horse and hired him to join the outfit. " "Leave it to Henry and Hippy, " laughed Lieutenant Wingate. "What thosetwo 'H's' can't do, he couldn't. Then again, we have Hindenburg. Do youthink that fellow Tatem had anything to do with what happened lastnight?" Tom said he knew of no good reason why the foreman of Forty-three shouldhave wished to injure them. "The attack looks to me like a lumberjack's revenge but I can't accountfor it. I have decided to leave you in the morning. Grace has aduplicate of my forestry map, and will know where I am most of the time. I'll look in on you from time to time, and about the first of the monthI shall make my headquarters on the Little Big Branch where you folksare going to camp for a few weeks. Be careful of fire, and if you arevisited by a fire warden tell him who you are. One cannot be tooparticular about saving the forests, and a little carelessness mightcause a fire loss of thousands of dollars before the blaze could bestopped. " "We want to go to bed, " interrupted Emma. "How are we going to do sowith one side of the house out?" "Hang two blankets over the front, please, Hippy. Take them down afterthe girls have turned in. I will look after the ponies; then you and Iwill hit the pines, " directed Tom, rising. The forest woman was hanging up the mess kits to dry when Tom and Hippywent out to water and rub down the ponies. She beckoned them to wait. "I been thinkin' 'bout what ye said of Peg Tatem, Cap'n Gray, and Idon't like it, " she said in a tone low enough to prevent being overheardby the girls, who were preparing for bed. "Peg must have been mad 'boutsomethin' and I reckon it would be healthy for us to git out of here inthe mornin' and camp as far away from Forty-three as we kin. What do yesay, Cap'n?" "Don't worry about Peg. We shall be out of this in the morning, anyway. I have to leave you to-morrow, so take good care of the girls and don'tlet Henry eat the bull pup. " "He had better not, " growled Hippy. The two Overland men went to their lean-to laughing, Mrs. Shafto feedingthe night logs to the fire before seeking her own browse-bed, Henrytaking up his resting place a little distance from her in the shadowsand away from the fire. His fur coat was sufficient protection againstthe evening chill, but Hindenburg's hair was short, and he was shiveringwhen he crawled in and nosed his way under Lieutenant Wingate's blanket. It did not seem to the Overlanders as if they had more than dropped tosleep, though they had been asleep for hours, when they were startled bya terrific explosion, an explosion that shook the earth and made theforest trees above them tremble and a shower of pine cones rain down onthem in a perfect deluge. "Tree coming! Run!" shouted Tom Gray, at the same time firing hisrevolver into the air to urge the Overlanders to greater haste. CHAPTER X MYSTERY IN THE FALL OF A TREE "Run to the river!" It was Hippy's voice, this time raised in warning. He feared that the wide-spreading branches of the falling tree might hitsome of the party of Overlanders. A branch from a smaller tree, knocked down by the larger one in itsfall, gave Hippy a sidewipe and sent him flying down the bank. "Jump inter the river!" screamed the forest woman. "It ain't deep. " Joeled the way, shouting as she leaped for the water. Had there been light, it would have been easy to see which way the tree was falling, but inthe darkness one could only guess from the sound the direction in whichthe tree was falling. It landed with a mighty crash just as the OverlandRiders leaped into the river, and for a few seconds it sounded as if theforest itself were going down. The girls listened to the crashings andthe reports in awesome silence. "All over!" announced Tom, in a tone of relief. "I--I don't see anything about a falling tree that necessitates scaringa person out of a year's growth, " complained Emma. "You don't, eh? Then you have something to learn, " answered Tom rathershortly. "At least there is nothing to prevent our going back and getting tosleep, is there?" questioned Nora. "There is!" said Tom. "Wha--what do you mean?" demanded Hippy, but Tom made no reply. Grace found herself wondering what had caused the tree to fall. Therewas no wind, other than a gentle zephyr; the ground was dry and the treewas not a dead tree, as she discovered when she found that its foliagehad blotted out the campfire. Either she had not heard the explosion asthe tree burst from the ground, or else she had forgotten thatcircumstance altogether in the excitement of the moment. "All right. We can go back now, " said Tom. "And to bed for mine, " promised Elfreda. "If my eyes serve me right, you have no bed, " answered Grace laughingly. "I don't understand, " wondered Miss Briggs. "From its position, I should say that the fallen tree pretty well coversour camp, " replied Grace. "Yes, it fell on the lean-tos, " Tom informed them. The Overland girls groaned. "The voices of nature seem to be trying to tell us something. Perhapsthey are inviting us to get out, " suggested Hippy whimsically. "What isyour interpretation of the tree's fall, you Nature-Cult Person?" hequestioned teasingly, nodding at Emma. "I think they are seeking to advise us to rid ourselves of oneLieutenant Wingate if we expect to be permitted to proceed in peace, "answered Emma. "Why don't you go home?" teased the little Overland girl. "My wife won't let me. Of course you are not bound by any suchrestrictions, " reminded Hippy. Tom suddenly broke into a run. The others followed, calling to him toknow what was wrong, but the forester did not at first answer, as hesped towards their camp, leaping logs and other obstructions in hispath. "Hurry!" he shouted, upon reaching the scene. "What is it?" called Hippy. "We have set the woods on fire!" answered Tom. What the party had supposed to be only the campfire blazing under thetree that had fallen across it, in reality was a forest fire in themaking. In falling, the tree had scattered the burning embers of thecampfire, and set fire to the leaves and pine boughs that covered theground. By the time Tom Gray reached the scene the fire was running upthe little saplings, tracing out their limbs until they resembleddecorated Christmas trees, and leaping from tree to tree. "Isn't it beautiful!" exclaimed Emma enthusiastically, as the spectacleburst into view. "You won't think so before many hours have passed, " answered Grace, who, as well as her husband, fully understood what this blaze with so good astart might mean. "Grab those spruce boughs near the lean-tos and follow me!" shouted Tom. "Every one of you get to work. Stamp out what is left of the campfire, Hippy, so that it doesn't spread towards the river and get away from usalong the bank. Stir yourselves!" Through the smoke, the flying sparks and the pungent, almostoverpowering odors, the Overland Riders ran with their arms full ofspruce boughs. "What are we to do?" cried Elfreda. "I feel as helpless as a child. " After they had hurried around the outer edge of the fire, which wasrapidly reaching towards them in little wriggling, snake-like streams offire, Tom directed the girls to spread out, each taking several rods offront to protect. "Beat it out as fast as you can. When you see a wriggler reaching for atree, beat it out with your spruce boughs, " he ordered. "Don't try toput out a tree on fire. You can't do it, and may set yourselves on fire. Grace, you take the lower end of the line and keep the girls at work. Iwill look after this end. Should assistance be needed at any one point, shout and we will all concentrate on it. All of you be careful that youdon't get burned. " The girls quickly took up the positions assigned to them, and beganbeating and whipping the "golden serpents, " as Nora characterized them. In a few moments each member of the party was coughing and choking, their arms were aching and tears were running from their eyes. In spiteof their efforts, however, the advancing fire drove them steadily back. The big trees soon began to char, and, within an hour, were glowingpillars of fire, as one after another broke into flames that mountedhigher and higher. Had there been leisure to view it as a spectacle, thesight would have been a magnificent one, but the Overlanders had otherthings to occupy their attention. While in no way to blame for the fire, they felt that this was their responsibility, theirs the duty to stopit, and so they worked and fought, gasping for breath, now and thenretreating for fresh air. "Lie down every little while!" shouted Tom. "The air is better near theground. Pass the word along. " His orders were shouted from one to the other and so reached the extremeend of the fighting front. What at first had seemed an easy task had grown to an almostinsurmountable one. Now they would check the fire at one point, only todiscover that it had leaped over the line at another. By the time theyhad conquered the second one, the first blaze generally would be foundto have taken a new start. A canopy of fire and smoke covered the scene high overhead. Tom hopedthat a forest lookout might discover the blaze and send assistance tothem, though he knew that much territory might be burned over beforehelp could reach them. Leaving his own position for a survey of conditions, Tom ran along theline of fire-fighters, giving an encouraging word here and there whilehis experienced eyes sized up the situation. "How is it?" gasped Grace when he reached her end of the line. "Serious! We must fight as long as we have an ounce of strength or abreath left in our bodies, " he added, starting back towards hisposition. "Keep it up! It's getting the best of you!" he shouted to eachOverlander in turn as he passed. "Can't we send to Forty-three for assistance?" called Hippy. "No. You or I would have to go. Neither of us can be spared. " "We'll have to be spared if this keeps up much longer. Do you think thehorses are safe?" "Yes. They are on the river side of the fire. The breeze is carrying thefire the other way, " answered Tom. Three hours after the discovery of the fire found the Overland Ridersstill fighting, to all appearances, just as stubbornly as when theybegan. Their faces were almost unrecognizable, blackened as they werewith smoke and streaked with perspiration. In places, their clothingshowed black where it had been seared or scorched. Emma Dean had, forthe time being, forgotten to listen to the voices of nature, even thoughthey were sizzling and roaring at her from the far-flung tops of thegiant pines. At the end of the fourth hour, a great tree came crashing down with aripping, rending roar. Another followed it soon after, and at intervalsstill other trees lost their foothold and surrendered to theirimplacable enemy, _fire_! It was an awesome sight and the air was full of thrilling sounds. Therewas not one of that party of fire fighters that did not feel the awe. Henry disappeared, and his mistress had no thought for him. She hadbeen through other forest fires, and, though she worked desperately, shedid so without emotion so far as external appearances indicated. Hindenburg, on the contrary, was very much in evidence, running up anddown the line, barking at each individual fire fighter and sneezing ashe breathed in the pungent smoke. The graying dawn found the Overlanders still beating at the flames thatstill kept them on the retreat, driving them deeper and deeper into theforest. About this time Tom Gray made his second survey. What he found raisedhis hopes and his spirits. "We've flanked it!" he cried. "That old cutting to the left has saved uson that side. " "Thank Heaven!" answered Grace in a choking voice. "Te--ell the others!" "We aren't through yet, " reminded Tom, hurrying back to give the othersthe encouraging news and to urge them to continue their efforts. Shouts, choking, gasping shouts, greeted the announcement. Then how theydid work, the girls with handkerchiefs stuffed in their mouths, andHippy Wingate with a piece of his khaki shirt gripped between his teethand partly covering his nostrils as an aid in keeping the smoke out ofhis lungs. The throats of all were parched and aching for water, butthere was none to be had near at hand, and no time to go to the riverfor it. At nine o'clock in the morning the forest fire was conquered, afterhaving burned over several acres of timber. Here and there little blazeswere fanned into life by the morning breeze, but alert eyes discovered, and ready hands quickly whipped them out. "Done! But it will have to be watched. You girls go back to camp andmake some coffee. I don't believe that much of our belongings have beendestroyed, " said Tom. Instead of starting for camp, the girls sank down in their tracks, anddropped instantly into a sleep of exhaustion. Neither man made an effortto arouse them. "I wish I might do that too. What do you say if we take just one littlecat-nap, Tom?" urged Hippy. "Can't be done. The fire might start again. " "Oh, hang the fire!" growled Lieutenant Wingate. "It might 'hang' you; in other words, we should be in danger of beingburned, for we surely would sleep all day, once we permitted ourselvesto drop off!" "All right. Carry on! If I could have a nip of sleep I know I shoulddream of food, which would fix me up all right. How long are we goingto let them sleep?" asked Hippy, pointing to the sleeping Overlandgirls. "Until we make certain that the fire isn't going to break out afresh. Wewill then shake the girls up and go back to camp. It doesn't look asthough I should get away to-day, does it?" grinned Tom. "We can sit down, can't we?" "Not yet! Not for another two hours. " The men separated and began a steady patrol of the fire-line, draggingthemselves along wearily until the two hours had lengthened into three. Hippy then declared himself and announced his intention of goingstraight back to camp for something to eat and a sleep. Tom, after a final look about, agreed. It took some little time to getthe girls sufficiently awake to enable them to stand on their feet, butfinally the men had marshalled them all and the journey to camp began. It was blackened and cheerless acres of bare and fallen trees that theirswollen eyes gazed upon on the way back to camp. Thousands of feet ofvirgin timber had been burned. Tom Gray, whose love of the forest wasalmost a passion with him, gazed on the wreckage sadly. "Let this be a lesson to all of you. Always be careful with yourcampfires, " he warned. The girls were too tired to eat when they reached camp. All they desiredwas sleep and rest. Hippy's crying need was food, and that was what heproposed to get first, but Tom would not hear to either of them sittingdown until the horses had been looked after and watered. While they were doing that, the forest woman made coffee and friedbacon, which was ready for Tom and Hippy upon their return. The Overlandgirls had found their blankets, and, rolled tightly in them, lay soundasleep on the bare ground. "Poor kids! Aren't you proud of each and every one of them, Hippy?"glowed Tom. "Oh, I suppose so. That is, I presume I should be if I weren'tfamished. " Henry came ambling in at this juncture and, sitting down, began washinghis face with his paws, giving not the slightest heed to the tirade thatJoe Shafto was hurling at him. "Ye git no breakfast to-day, " raged the forest woman. "Oh, don't be so hard-hearted, " begged Hippy. "Give the poor fish a rindof bacon at least. You don't know what it means to have an appetite. " Hippy's urgings bore fruit, and Henry got his breakfast, as did Tom andHippy, and their appetites fully equalled that of the bear. "Come along, Hippy, " urged Tom after they had finished breakfast. "Wha--at? Where?" "Let's have a look at the tree that so mysteriously fell on our camp. " "Have a heart! Have a heart, Tom! I want to lie down and sleep. " "So do I, but I cannot until I have learned why that tree came down asit did, and what caused the report just before it fell. Come! The soonerwe start, the quicker we shall be in dreamland. " Hippy followed his companion begrudgingly. "Look at that, will you?" demanded Captain Gray, pointing to the groundabout the hole which had so recently held the roots of the great treethat had fallen on the lean-tos. The ground had been torn up for someyards from the true base of the tree, and dirt and pieces of rootshurled in all directions. Lieutenant Wingate was instantly galvanized into alertness. The scenereminded him of France where he had seen so many similar holes, theresult of the explosion of shells. He was down on his knees in a second, crawling about in the hole, feeling and smelling the ground. "Smell this, Tom, " he said, handing up to his companion a bit ofcardboard. "What does it suggest to you?" "Powder, I should say, " answered Tom. "Exactly. It is my opinion that our tree was dynamited. That's whatcaused the explosion!" cried Hippy. "I wonder I didn't recognize it atthe time. Now what do you make of that?" "I suspected as much, old man. I knew when I heard it that there hadbeen an explosion, and I suspected the reason, " answered Tom gravely. "Iam glad the girls are not awake. This is serious, and the end is notyet!" Tom Gray's prophecy came true before the end of that already eventfulday. CHAPTER XI THE THREAT OF PEG TATEM The shadows were heavy in the Big Woods when the two men awakened fromtheir afternoon's sleep, into which they had sunk while discussing theirdiscovery. Joe Shafto was getting supper, and it was the odor of hercooking that aroused Lieutenant Wingate to full wakefulness. Hippyrouted out the rest of the camp without delay. They discovered Henry asleep high up in one of the virgin pines, Hindenburg having found warmth and a less perilous position on theblankets of the Overland girls. "I seen ye folks over by the hole in the ground yonder, " the forestwoman confided to Tom as he greeted her and asked how she felt. "I tooka look for myself this evenin'. Fine kettle of stew, hey?" "Meaning what?" questioned Tom smilingly. "I reckon some varmint give that air tree a kick over, eh? Who do yereckon the varmint was who did that, Cap'n Gray?" demanded Joe, glaringat him through her spectacles. Tom shrugged his shoulders. "I don't know, Joe. I wish I did, " he replied. "Please say nothing aboutit to the girls. I shall tell Mrs. Gray, of course. Being in charge ofthe party she should be told of our suspicions. " "Sure. What do ye reckon on doin' to-night?" "Make a new camp and watch it. Where was that bear of yours while allthat uproar was in progress?" demanded Tom. "Same place the Lieutenant's pup was at--sleepin'!" returned Joe dryly. Tom turned away laughing. He and Hippy rustled boughs for new lean-tos, chopped wood for the night campfire, and began making a new camp a fewrods from the one that had been destroyed by the falling tree and theforest fire. The girls volunteered to assist in the work, but Hippydeclared that they looked as if they needed sleep more than work. The work on the lean-tos had not been finished when the Overlanders weresummoned to supper. There was little conversation until they had dulledthe sharp edges of their appetites; then their drooping spirits revivedand they began bantering each other. Henry had come down to be on hand when the food was distributed and gotmany morsels during the meal. The bear suddenly bristled, swayed his head from side to side, andbegan to growl. At almost the same instant Hippy Wingate's bull pup wasgalvanized into life. He began to utter deep growls and resentfulcoughs. "Some varmint hangin' around, I reckon, " nodded the forest woman inanswer to a look of inquiry from Grace. "Be still, Henerey!" "I hear something coming, " declared Tom. Hippy fastened a hand on Hindenburg's collar, and Joe threatened thebear with a club until he slunk away and disappeared, then, to theiramazement, Peg Tatem stamped into camp, followed by a group oflumberjacks. The Overland Riders gazed questioningly at his scowling face. Tom Graywas the only member of the outfit who knew him, but they instantlyrecognized the foreman of Section Forty-three, from the descriptions ofhim given by Tom and Joe Shafto, who now stood glaring angrily at himthrough her big horn glasses. Tom greeted the newcomer cordially. "Won't you sit down and have a snack with us?" he asked. "Don't want nothin' t' eat with the likes of ye, thankee, " growled Peg. "Oh, that's all right, old top, " observed Hippy cheerfully. "We aren'tparticularly eager to have a rough-neck sit down to mess with us. " "Hold yer tongue, ye cheap dude!" snarled Peg, shaking the heavy stick, that he carried as a cane, at Lieutenant Wingate. "Don't get rough, " grinned Hippy. "What do you want here anyway?" The lumberjacks, who had accompanied the foreman, halted a few paces tothe rear of their superior, and neither their appearance nor theirexpressions were reassuring. "What is it you wish?" demanded Tom. "What ye got to say about this?" snorted Peg, taking in the burned areawith a sweep of his stick. "As a forester, I am very sorry that this has happened, though it wasthrough no fault of ours, " answered Tom. "Ye lie!" exploded the foreman. "Tatem, you will please drop that sort of talk here. Remember there areladies present. Besides, I don't take that word from anyone. I said, thefire occurred through no fault of ours. A tree fell on our campfire andscattered the embers, and, before we realized it, the forest was onfire. We worked all night and all the forenoon trying to head the fireoff, which we finally succeeded in doing. Had we not done our part, thiswhole section would long since have been entirely burned off. Why areyou taking it upon yourself to come here and interfere with us?" "Why? Ye bloomin' idiot! I'm talkin' because ye've burned off a fewhundred thousand feet of timber from our section. That's why, and yergoin' to pay for every stick of it. Do ye git me?" "Oh, perfectly, perfectly, " interjected Hippy. "Your section, did you say?" demanded Tom. "That's what I said, " leered Peg. "You are mistaken. This is not your section. It is possible that you mayhave intended to crowd your boundaries and steal a few thousand feet ofstate timber, but so far as its belonging to you or to the people yourepresent, I know better. " "Ye--ye say I'm a thief?" demanded Peg, the words seeming to stick inhis throat. "No. You may intend to be one, but I have not said that you are. You maybe for all that I know. If you have nothing more sensible to say than toaccuse us of burning your property, move on! Before you go, however, Iwish to say that I believe that, if the truth were to come out, you knowmore about what caused that fire, and how it was caused, than anyoneelse. You know what I mean, Peg Tatem. " Only Hippy understood to what Tom Gray referred. That Peg Tatem did, Lieutenant Wingate had not the least doubt, for the foreman's faceflushed a violent red under his tan, and his eyes narrowed, as hegripped his club-like cane. "Get out of here, you and your jacks!" commanded Tom savagely. "Yes, skip, vamoose, articulate your joints. In other words, shoo!"jeered Hippy. "If I ever see you around our camp again I'll slap yourwrist. What!" Peg Tatem, throwing his weight on the clumsy piece of wood that did dutyas a leg, made an almost unbelievable leap towards Tom Gray and broughthis club-cane down with all the powerful strength that the manpossessed. "I'll kill ye fer that!" raged the foreman of Forty-three as his clubdescended. CHAPTER XII A SHOT FROM THE FOREST Tom leaped back and the stick hit the ground instead of the mark that itwas intended to reach. Before the foreman could recover himself, Tom Gray was upon him, and ablow from the Overlander Rider's fist sent Peg Tatem reeling, but beforeTom could follow up his advantage, the lumberman collected himself andbegan leaping around Tom, now striking with the club, then kicking outwith the wooden leg. It was impossible to get close enough to the fellowto give him the knock-out blow that Captain Gray was hoping to land onhis adversary. Thus far neither side had made a move to interfere with the combatants, but a movement on the part of the lumberjacks, a gradual edging up, warned Hippy that his opportunity to get into the scrimmage was near athand. "Prepare to defend yourselves, girls, " he said in a tone that carried totheir ears only. "If the worst comes, shoot! Tom and I may get knockedout, for these fellows are tougher than the trees they cut. " "Don't worry, Hippy. We will take care of ourselves, " said Grace calmly. "Trust us to defend ourselves. " "With what?" questioned Elfreda. "There are plenty of good stout sticks on the ground. If you see thatthese jacks mean to attack us, each of you grab a club and let them haveit on their heads. See! Joe is holding her club behind her. " The forest woman was waiting grimly for an opportunity to crack alumberjack's head. That opportunity came sooner than she expected. Twojacks, having crept around behind the lean-tos, suddenly lifted the rearsupports and turned the structures over into the fire. "Beat it, ye varmint!" screamed the woman, making a rush for the men. One of them struck her, but fortunately for Joe it was a glancing blow, and merely turned her around facing away from them. Joe kept on turninguntil she was again facing the jeering lumbermen. "Take that, ye varmint!" The forest woman's club descended on alumberjack's head. "And ye, too!" she shrieked, hitting the other manacross the bridge of his nose. "Come on! Come on, and I'll wallop the whole pack of ye!" "Steady, Joe, " warned Grace Harlowe. "Don't lose your head. " Tom and Peg were still at it, the foreman growing more and moreferocious as the moments passed and knowing that he had the Overlanderat a disadvantage, for Tom was fighting with his fists only, while Pegwas using his stick and his wooden leg, and it were difficult for anyperson, no matter how skillful a boxer he might be, to get under thosetwo dangerous guards. Once Tom succeeded in doing so. His blow knockedthe foreman down, but Peg rolled away and was on his feet again withremarkable quickness, and went at his adversary determined to brain him. "Ready, girls!" called Hippy. "They are going to rush us, " warned Grace. "When I say 'Clubs!' yougirls grab sticks, keep together, and stand your ground. Don't run atthem. " Each Overland girl carried an automatic revolver, and there were rifleswithin easy reach, but it was not their intention to use either, unlessthe necessity to do so became imperative. The rifles had been brought onthis journey largely because the party hoped to do some hunting in theNorth Woods. The revolvers were, as on previous journeys into the wildersections of their native country, a part of their regular equipment andfor use in great emergencies only. The lumberjacks with one accord rushed at the Overland Riders, utteringyells and jeers. They carried no weapons in their hands, but, as Graceknew to be their practice, each jack wore a lumberman's knife. "Clubs!" At the signal, each Overland girl snatched up a stick and stood herground with set lips and a face from which most of the color had fled, realizing fully the seriousness of the situation. Lieutenant Wingate waited until the lumberjacks were almost upon him, waited lounging indolently, his face wearing a grin. "Oh, don't hurry, children, " he admonished. "Save your wind for theflight to the rear. " Suddenly, Hippy bent forward and when he rose hishand held a pine knot fully five feet long, the limb ablaze almost fromend to end. Not more than two feet separated the burning part from hishands. The limb was heavy, but Lieutenant Wingate was far from delicate, andwhen he swung the burning limb it had power and speed behind it. Thelimb burned and bruised the faces of three lumberjacks in its firstswing. Hippy plunged at the mob and belabored them right and left withthe blazing torch. More than one jack had to stop fighting long enoughto put out the blaze that singed the hair off his head. Other jacks had run around one end of the camp to rush it from thatvantage point. Joe Shafto and her club met them, and so did the Overlandgirls. Without uttering a sound they belabored the ruffians, beating, whacking, prodding and swinging their clubs to good purpose. "Help! Oh, help!" screamed Emma Dean. A thrown club had hit her on the leg and felled her. Emma was out of thefight so far as further defense was concerned, holding her aching limband moaning as she rocked back and forth. Hippy turned for a quick glance in her direction. "Look out, Hippy!" warned Nora, but her warning was too late. Several ofthe attackers, taking advantage of his attention being drawn away fromthem, leaped on him. They bore Hippy to the ground. He was mauled andthumped, but not for many seconds, because the girls rushed to hisrescue and clubbed his attackers off. The jacks, returning, pickedLieutenant Wingate up and tossed him into the campfire. Emma screamed at the sight, but Elfreda Briggs grabbed his protrudingfeet and hauled him out, while Grace and her companions beat back thejacks who had done the cruel thing. Elfreda put out the flames andassisted Hippy to his feet. "Go in and fight!" urged J. Elfreda. "They're getting the best of us. " At that instant, Tom Gray, turning his head to see how it fared with thegirls, was hit on the head by Peg Tatem's club and knocked unconscious. As it proved later, the blow was a light one and Tom was not seriouslyhurt. The foreman, uttering an exultant yell, aimed a kick at Tom's head withhis peg leg. Grace Harlowe hurled her club at the foreman's head, but missed themark. _Bang!_ A bullet hit Peg's wooden leg, and the leg went out from under its ownerlike magic. Peg landed on the ground but he was up in an instant, ragingand springing for Tom. A second bullet hit the wooden leg and split it. The Overlanders were amazed. "Who shot?" cried Anne. "Don't know, " panted Elfreda as she and Hippy charged two jacks who weretrying to reach Emma. Peg, frantic with rage, turned his attention to the others of the party, apparently believing that one of them had fired the shots. He raised hisclub to strike Grace who was bending over Tom. _Bang!_ The club dropped from Peg's hand, and the arm fell to his side with abullet hole through it. [Illustration: The Club Dropped from Peg's Hand. ] "I'm hit! Kill 'em!" he screamed. Grabbing up the stick with his lefthand, the foreman again started for Grace, his eyes bloodshot, his lipspurple. Grace grabbed what was nearest to her hand, a pine knot, and hurled itat the ruffian. It hit him full in the face, and the sharp protuberanceson the knot drew points of blood. A blow from a lumberjack's fist, at this juncture, knocked Joe Shaftoflat on her back. She was up with a bound. "Henerey! Henere-e-e-e-e!" There was a wild note in her voice, a note ofalarm and command. "Henere-e-e-e-e-e!" They heard Henry sliding down a tree--heard his paws raking the bark ashe slid. Joe heard it too. "Sick 'em! Sick 'em! Sick 'em!" she screamed, giving Henry a violentprod with her club and driving the bear towards the lumberjacks. One ofthem struck the beast with a club, hitting Henry over the shoulders. Henry made a pass at the man, bringing away a section of the fellow'scoat in his claws which dug into the jack's flesh with their sharppoints. The man howled and fled from the beast. Alternately prodding the bear with her club, and cracking a lumberjackhead wherever possible, the forest woman fought her way ahead, backed byTom and Hippy. Thus goaded, Henry rose on his hind legs and went through that party ofrough-necks like one of his kind cuffing its way through a flock ofgrazing sheep. Henry bit where he could, but his greatest execution wasdone with his powerful paws. The Overland Riders, though angry, weary and perspiring, unable toresist the humor of the ludicrous sight, broke into shouts of laughter. "Henry has them on the run. Sail in!" bellowed Hippy. "Run, youruffians, before I turn the rest of our menagerie on you!" The lumberjacks were now giving ground rapidly, though Peg, woundedand, judging from his expression, suffering, was not further punished. When he saw his men running away, the foreman of Section Forty-threehopped off as best he could, shouting angry threats. The victoriousOverlanders with the assistance of Henry chased the lumber outfit to theriver, into which the jacks plunged and waded across with all speed. "Don't you ever show your face in our camp again! Next time, if you do, it will be bullets, not clubs, " Lieutenant Wingate shouted after theretreating attackers. Henry was restrained from following the lumbermen across the river onlyby heroic measures. The forest woman headed him off and clubbed him backtowards the camp, her clothing torn, her hair down her back, her facered and angry. "Splendid!" cried Grace Harlowe, running to meet her. "You arewonderful. " "I say, Joseph, if that's your name, may I address you as 'Old Dear'without imperilling my life?" teased Hippy. "Ye kin call me anything ye like. After the talk of them varmintsanything would sound as sweet as the harps of Heving in a thunderstorm. " "All right--Old Dear, " answered Hippy solemnly. "I was going to tell youthat you are the apple of my eye, but, being a peach, you can't verywell be an apple, so we will let it go at 'Old Dear. '" Joe glared through her spectacles. The sharp lines of the rugged face ofthe forest woman gradually melted into a smile, the first smile that anymember of that party had ever seen there. "Go on with ye!" she retorted laughing despite her attempt to be stern. "I ought to sick the bear on ye, but I ain't goin' to. " CHAPTER XIII A BLAZED WARNING "Well, we gave them a run, didn't we?" crowed Hippy. "I reckon ye'd better pack and git out of here right lively, " advisedthe guide. Tom Gray agreed that Peg Tatem would miss no opportunity to take revengeon the Overland Riders for what they had done to him, and it was decidedto break camp and move at once, the forest woman being confident thatshe could keep in the right direction once she found a lumber road thatlay to the right of them a couple of miles away. Weary as they were, the Overlanders were quite willing to get awaywithout loss of time from the scene of their troubles. Their equipmenthad suffered some, but none was left behind. While they were packing, Tom, in order to make them understand that they had gained the ill-willof desperate men, decided to tell them of the dynamiting of the tree, and declared that it was his belief that Peg Tatem's lumberjacks haddone the deed, intending that the tree should fall on the camp whilethey were asleep. "There are fellows in Forty-three's gang that were in the mob atBisbee's Corners, " declared Tom with emphasis. "Are they likely to follow us?" asked Elfreda. "I don't believe they will stray far from their own camp, but they maytry to get us before we leave here. Therefore let's go. They have workto do in their own camp, you see, " reminded Tom. Packing and breaking camp were accomplished quickly. Ponies weresaddled, packs lashed on, after which the party started away, the guideleading, carrying a kerosene dash-lamp to assist her in reading blazeson trees and avoiding obstructions, for the lamp had a reflector thatthrew a fairly strong bar of light. Daylight must see the Overland Riders some miles from the scene of theirfight with the men from Forty-three, and there must be as little trailleft as possible. For the latter reason, Joe Shafto kept to such groundas was covered with a mat of pine needles. These, being springy, gaveway under the hoofs of the horses, leaving no hoof-prints, no trail. Of the Overland Riders only two persons observed this--Tom and Grace, for, in her brief trips with him into the woods where he, as a forester, spent much time, Grace had learned a great deal about forestry work. No halt was made until midnight, when the forest woman reined in anddirected a ray of light against a huge pine tree. "A fresh blaze, " said Tom, as he trotted up to her to see what the blazeindicated. "A blaze with a bent arrow cut in it, the arrow smeared with dirt tomake it stand out. Clever, but what does it mean, Mrs. Shafto?" heasked. "It's a warnin', Cap'n. " "Of what?" "That I don't rightly know. The arrow, I reckon, points at the danger. " "Is the arrow not pointed in the direction of our old camp?" askedElfreda. "Ye guessed it, Miss Briggs. That means we'd better be moseying alongright smart. " "How long has that blaze been there?" asked Hippy. "An hour, mebby, " replied Joe. "Come along, Henry. " A few strokes of her axe obliterated the arrow on the blaze, and theparty pressed on. "I wonder if that arrow-blaze was intended for us, " murmured Tom, asthey rode on in silence. Soon, the guide's lamp revealed another blaze, but this was purely adirection blaze, which she mutilated and changed to mean a differentdirection, then made a sharp turn to the right. Other blazesencountered, all freshly made, led them straight to the lumber road forwhich she had been searching and would have missed had it not been forthe friendly blazes that pointed the way. "What do ye 'low for that?" demanded the forest woman when they hademerged on the road. "I believe now that the blazes were intended for us, " answered Tom, hisbrow wrinkling in perplexity. "It is very strange. " "Why worry?" spoke up Hippy. "We are being led, but what's the odds whois doing the leading so long as we are led?" "Pure logic, " observed Miss Briggs. "From an illogical source, " added Emma in an undertone. They proceeded along the lumber road for fully ten miles, fording twostreams, then halting at a sawmill on the banks of a river. The mill hadnot yet started operations. Tom got off and looked the property over, consulted his map, then the journey was resumed. Just beyond the millthey came upon another of the now familiar blazes, directing them toproceed to the right and follow the river bank. "The blazer fellow evidently knows where we wish to go. Do you knowwhere we are, Mrs. Shafto?" called Tom. "Yes, I know now. It's the Little Big Branch River, though it ain't muchof a river yit. We got a long ways to go before we git to the placewhere ye folks are goin' to hang out for a spell. I reckon we'd bettermake camp just before daylight. " No one offered objection to her proposal. All were weary and cold, aswell as hungry and sleepy. Emma was swaying in her saddle, frequentlycatching herself napping and straightening up just in time to preventfalling from her horse, while the others, noses and lips blue, shiveredand made no effort to control the chattering of their teeth. "Oh, why was I ever induced to leave my happy home?" wailed Anne. "Thisis the worst of all. " Nothing more was heard from any of them until Joe Shafto finallyannounced that they had reached the end of their night's journey. "Rustle something for the makin's, and we'll have heat and a hot drinkright smart, " she called. While Hippy tied the ponies and fetched water for them, Tom gatheredfirewood and started the fire for breakfast. Tea, being the quickestdrink to make, was brewed, and gulped down by the Overlanders almost asfast as Joe could, pour it. "How fu--fu--funny you look, " chattered Emma, nodding at Miss Briggs. "If I look as funny as I feel, I must be a scream, " retorted Elfreda. "Here, here! Don't I get any of that?" cried Hippy, coming up at a run. Tea was served to him. "Ah-h-h-h! Nectar of the gods! Now if some one will kindly prepare alittle food, I shall offer deep and sincere thanks; then seek my downycouch for sweet repose. " "Hippy is the first to thaw out, " chuckled Tom. "He always was soft, anyway, " reminded Emma. "And we are all blue-noses this morning, " added Nora laughingly. Under the warming influence of the tea, their spirits soon revived, andwhen the campfire was laid and set going a little distance from thesmall cook fire, sighs of relief were heard on all sides. Day was just breaking when the party laid down by the fire for a muchneeded rest. Pine needles were their beds that morning. No one had theambition to help build a lean-to, nor did one care to wait for some oneelse to make it. Noon found them still asleep, with the exception of Grace, who had risentwo hours earlier to get breakfast for Tom who was about to leave forhis work, perhaps not to return for some weeks. The Overlanders were tomake a permanent camp further down on the Little Big Branch, and, whenTom Gray returned from his first "cruise, " he was to follow the riveruntil he found them. "Rather indefinite, " laughed Grace. "However, you aren't much of awoodsman if you can't find us with such directions, though don't cut offthe bends in the river or you surely will miss us. We do not intend thatour camp shall be over-conspicuous. " Tom said his good-bye and, mounting, rode away and disappeared in theforest. Grace stirred up the fire and added fresh wood so that hercompanions might have warmth, for the morning was chill, and then calledthem. Spirals of smoke were rising above the trees from the campfire. JoeShafto looked up at it, and shook her head disapprovingly. "If there's one low-down jack within fifty mile of us on high ground, he'll have us spotted for certain, " she rebuked. "Great fire--greatsmoke for Indian signaling. " "Thank you. I had not thought of the smoke, " answered Grace. "How shallI stop its smoking?" "Pour water on it till it's out, then build a new fire. Never mind. Toolate now. The damage's done, and a little smoke more or less won'tmatter no how. " Breakfast, noon breakfast, proved to be so satisfying that no one feltinclined to pack up and move on. "Girls, what do you say to the suggestion that we make camp here untilsome time to-morrow?" questioned Anne. "We are in no hurry, except thatwe do not wish to be overtaken by Peg Tatem's gang, which, it doesn'tseem probable that we shall be. " "Yes! Stay!" cried the Overlanders. "Is that satisfactory to you, Mrs. Shafto?" asked Grace, turning to theguide. "I kin stand it if ye kin. " "We stay, " announced Grace. "Let's build our sheds after we have settledour breakfasts and are able to summon some ambition. " Their sleeping quarters were finished before dark, and then the girlsrambled along the river, here and there startling a buck or a doe intosudden flight. There were no man-made trails here, no sounds other thanthe murmuring waters of the Little Big Branch and the voices of nature, to which Emma Dean listened, nodded or shook her head as if she andthose voices were holding converse. The laughing teasing of hercompanions failed to swerve Emma from her newfound hobby. That night, as they snuggled under their blankets, clear and cold out ofthe silence pealed a mournful howl, long-drawn, strange and full of thewild. Nora and Anne buried their heads under the blankets to shut out thesound. "What was that?" cried Elfreda. "A wolf--an old she timber wolf--a varmint, " answered the forest womanfrom her lean-to. "And it bids us beware of perils near at hand, " droned Emma in afar-away voice. "Will you stop that?" demanded Elfreda. "You give me the creeps. " "I think it is perfectly wonderful, " breathed Emma. Then with greateremphasis she exclaimed, "Such a voice in the wilderness is aninspiration. How I wish Madam Gersdorff might be here to hear it. Girls, you don't know, you cannot dream what a wonderful woman she is. " "I'd like to see _anybody_ dream with you setting up such a chatter, "complained Anne. "Please, please, Emma, let the wolves howl if they wish. We can't stopthem, but that is no reason why you should keep us all awake. We needsleep, " begged Grace Harlowe laughingly. After a few muttered protests, Emma subsided, and only the faint yelpsof the dreaming bull pup and the noisy slumber of Hippy Wingatedisturbed the deeply impressive silence of the great forest. That hemight better guard the camp, Hindenburg had been tied out to a tree onhis long leash. Lieutenant Wingate had built a miniature lean-to for thepup to crawl under in the event of rain, but Hindenburg was alreadyunder it, stretched out on the yielding browse bed, one little brown earvigilantly erect to catch the slightest sound. Emma Dean declared thatthe dog must be deaf in that ear, for he never seemed to hear with it. The bull pup's slumbers were not disturbed that night, nor were Henry's. The bear lay at the rear of Mrs. Shafto's lean-to all night long, curledup into a furry ball, but with the break of day he was off in the forestfor the choice morsels of food that he knew were there for him to pluck. After the campers awakened, the forest woman's shrill call soon broughtthe bear ambling back to camp, but they observed that he was restless, now and then lifting his nose and sniffing the air, punctuated with anoccasional throaty growl, but the bull pup, flat on his back, feet inthe air, was sound asleep on his browse bed. "Henry, what's the matter with ye? I reckon maybe ye smell some varmintthat's hangin' 'round waitin' fer the leavin's of the breakfast, "scolded Joe. The bacon was on the fire and the aroma of coffee in the air when aloud hail warned the Overland Riders that they were about to receive anearly morning call. Lieutenant Wingate answered the hail. A few moments later they descrieda horseman riding through the forest towards the camp. The newcomer was dressed in khaki, wearing an army hat and high laceboots. Grace recognized the uniform at once, having seen it before whenforesting with Tom Gray. Her identification was confirmed when shecaught sight of the bronze badge of the Forest Service, which thestalwart rider wore on his left breast. His face was rugged andweatherbeaten, and the strength of the wilderness was in his eye, thoughthe man's facial expression, at that moment, was far from pleasant. The forest ranger, or fire warden, halted and surveyed the camp with aslow, searching gaze, narrowly observing the crackling campfire, thensuddenly bent a stern look on each member of the Overland party. "Morning, Buddy. You are just in time to sit in with us for a snack ofbreakfast, " greeted Lieutenant Wingate cordially. "Put out that fire!" commanded the ranger sternly, pointing a lean brownfinger at the cook fire that had grown into a lively blaze. CHAPTER XIV THEIR DAY AT HOME "What is wrong about the fire, sir?" questioned Grace pleasantly. "Have you a permit to build fires in these woods?" "We have not, " spoke up Hippy. "Why?" "Then put it out!" "Just a moment, old top. Who sent you here?" demanded Hippy. "The Dusenbery outfit that's cutting on Forty-three notified me bytelephone yesterday that a party of campers had set on fire and burnedoff several thousand feet of timber. He said there were two men and aparty of women--that they were rough-necks, and a lot of other things. Ihaven't anything to do with that, but I'm going to see to it that youdon't do any more damage to the forest. " "Peg Tatem, eh?" reflected Hippy. "How did you find us? Did Peg tell youwhere we were?" "I saw your smoke yesterday, but couldn't rightly place you till thismorning when I smelled your smoke and found I was close to you. Are yougoing to douse the fire?" "I think not, sir, " answered Grace. The ranger sprang from his horse and strode towards the campfire. Hippystepped between him and the blaze. "Don't do anything childish. Let the fire alone. When we want the fireout we will put it out ourselves, " reminded Lieutenant Wingate. The ranger drew back an arm as if about to strike at the Overland Riderwhen a menacing growl at his side caused the forest man to spring back. He had recognized that growl instantly. Henry, standing on his hindlegs, "arms" extended, was ready for fight, following a gentle proddingand a "Sick 'im, Henry, " from his mistress. The ranger whipped out his revolver. "Drop that gun!" yelled Joe Shafto. "That's my bear!" "Don't shoot! He is a pet bear, " admonished Lieutenant Wingate. "That isHenry. Oh, are you awake?" he added, as Hindenburg rolled over, blinked, and then dashed out and began barking at the stranger. "What's this--a circus?" wondered the ranger. "I give ye fair notice it'll be a circus if ye don't let that bear be, "warned the forest woman in a shrill high-pitched voice. "Put away your gun, Mister Man. There's nothing to shoot here, unlessyou get too confounded obstreperous, " urged Hippy, now smiling. "Myname's Wingate, Lieutenant Wingate, late of the Army Flying Corps in ourlate unpleasantness with the Hun. What's yours?" "Chatworth's my name. I'm the warden up here, and, not having a permitto have a fire in the forest, you'll have to hit the lumber trail forthe open country. " "Nothing doing! You will have to dope out something better than that toinduce us to leave, " grinned Hippy. Grace demanded to know where the ranger got his authority for statingthat they should have a fire permit. "It's my authority!" he answered brusquely. "Who told you to assume such authority?" interjected Miss Briggs in thecalm judicial voice that was hers when trying a lawsuit. "I'm not answering fool questions. You heard what I said. Are yougoing?" "Well--yes, of course we are going, but it may be a month or two beforewe do go. If you will kindly give me your address I'll drop you apicture card later on, telling you when we expect to leave the Big NorthWoods, " drawled Lieutenant Wingate. "Hippy, I do not believe that Mr. Chatworth fully understands who andwhat we are, " interjected Grace. "We take such trips as this one everysummer, sir, and we are not greenhorns in the forest. We realize thedanger of fire to the forests as fully as well as you do. For yourinformation, I will merely say that we were in no wise to blame for thefire at Section Forty-three. A tree fell over and scattered the embersof our campfire, thus starting the forest fire and--" "All the more reason why you're not fit to be in the woods, " answeredthe ranger roughly. "Cut the rough talk!" admonished Lieutenant Wingate severely. "Had itnot been for us that blaze would have swept the whole state. We foughtit all night and until nearly noon next day. Stop growling! If you keepon growling the bear and my bull pup will think you are an animal andsail into you for keeps. " "As I was about to say, " reminded Grace, "my husband is a forester andis in the North Woods now on official business. He was with us when thefire occurred, and will join us further along in a few weeks. " "Eh? What's his name?" demanded the ranger sharply, eyeing Grace withnew interest in his eyes. "Tom Gray, " answered Grace. "Is he the fellow that's cruising the timber up here for the state?" "Yes. " "Humph! Why didn't you say so before?" "I presume because you did not ask me, " returned Grace demurely. "Nowthat you understand, won't you please sit down and have breakfast withus? We have plenty and really shall be glad to have you. " "Well, I reckon I might as well, " decided the ranger, striding over andtying his horse to a sapling. Hippy introduced him to the members of the Overland party, the rangerbowing awkwardly, but with the quiet dignity so characteristic of thosewho have learned their lesson from the heart of nature herself. "Sorry, folks, that I had to be up a tree with you, but we must do ourduty and protect this forest. There are not many of 'em left in theseUnited States, and what there is, are going fast. I'll have a snack withyou. " "Peace has been declared, " murmured Emma. "Keep that menagerie away! I don't like bears nosing around me anymore'n I do wolves. " "Wolves!" exclaimed Nora. "We heard one last night. " "There are lots of 'em up here and they kill the game. The state offersa bounty of seven dollars and a half for every one killed--everyfull-grown critter; ten dollars for cubs. " "You say the state desires to get rid of them?" questioned Emma. "All states do. They're varmints, " answered the ranger. "Why don't they try dynamite?" asked Emma. "Perhaps the wolves might eatit and go off. " "Call the bear, " suggested Hippy after a brief silence. The Overland Riders shouted, and the forest ranger grinned, the bull pupjoining in the merriment by barking and dashing about the camp, taking agentle nip at Henry's flank as he passed that none too good-naturedbeast. "I reckon this _is_ a circus after all, " choked the guide, trying totalk and eat a slice of tough bacon at the same time. "Tell me whathappened about that fire. I reckon you haven't told the whole of it. " Hippy thereupon related what they had discovered after the fire, as wellas the experiences they had gone through preceding the fire, to all ofwhich the forest ranger lent an attentive ear. "Hm-m-m!" he mused. "Reckon you haven't heard the last of that outfit. Tatem'll have it up his sleeve for you long as he lives. Keep your eyespeeled. That Dusenbery outfit is the biggest set of timber thieves inthe North Woods and I hope we catch 'em. Do I understand that yourhusband is looking for 'timber-lookers' who are looking for easy moneyon the sly, Mrs. Gray?" "He may be, " smiled Grace diplomatically. "Mebby I'll run across him. Thanks for the snack. Thanks to you, MissDean, for the wolf suggestion. I'll pass it on to the Game and FishCommissioner at St. Paul. I'll be off now. " "How about this campfire, 'Chatty'? Do you still insist that we put itout?" questioned Hippy solemnly. "Well, " answered the ranger, stroking his chin reflectively, "being asits you and further, being that I've broken bacon with you and heard areal funny joke from Miss Dean here, I reckon I don't. 'Bye, folks. Seeyou some other time. " The ranger led out his horse, mounted and rodeaway. "That obstacle overcome, " announced Miss Briggs in a tone of relief, "Iwonder what next. " "If you will kindly cast your eyes downstream I think you will discoverthree more obstacles on the way to the Overland camp, and, from the lookof them, I am inclined to feel that they are not harbingers of delight. Girls, this really seems to be our 'Day at Home, '" said Grace Harlowelaughingly. "Good night!" exclaimed Hippy Wingate after a quick glance downstream. "Give Henry a poke in the ribs, Joe. Here's more trouble!" CHAPTER XV THE WAY OF THE BIG WOODS Three horsemen were seen approaching as rapidly as the uneven goingwould permit. Two of the trio were holding their rifles under their armsat a position indicating readiness for instant action. The Overlanders were observing them narrowly, and especially Joe Shafto, who, having seen them first, and being suspicious of the newcomers, hadrun for her rifle and thrown herself down behind a log, commanding Henryto follow. The only other member of the Overland Riders who had a weaponhandy was Lieutenant Wingate, who wore the heavy service revolver thathe had carried while a fighting air pilot in France. Hippy's hand was close to the butt of his revolver, but he made noeffort to draw it, even though he believed that he and his party wereabout to have trouble. "Keep clear, girls, and give me room, " he warned. "May have to shoot. " As the three strangers, one leading the way, reached the edge of thecamp, the two rear riders threw up their rifles and covered theOverland party with them. "Put up yer hands!" came the command, sharp and incisive. "Put up your own, " flung back Lieutenant Wingate, and the newcomersfound themselves facing his weapon. "Tag! You're it. What is this, anyway?" "Drop that aire gun or I'll let ye have a hunk of lead!" threatened oneof the strangers. "No you won't. You haven't the nerve. I'll tell you what I will do. Iwill put my revolver back in its holster provided you put down your ownweapons. If you make a move to shoot I will draw and wing you before youcan pull a trigger. If you don't believe me, try it. At the same time, old tops, I would advise you that, though you don't know it, you arealready covered by a repeating rifle, and further, that should you makea false move, the rifle is likely to go off. " With that Hippy Wingatethrust his revolver into its holster. "Your move. What's the joke?" hedemanded, casting a quick glance at the log behind which the forestwoman was hiding, and observing that her rifle barrel protruded over thelog ever so little, though the woman herself was not visible. The men did not lower their weapons, but the rider in advance rode rightinto the camp. "You carrying guns? I mean game guns--rifles?" questioned the man in atone of severity. "Yes. " "Shot anything?" "Not yet, but I came near shooting two men just now, " answered Hippy, scowling as savagely as he knew how. "Let me see 'em!" "There's one of them. Look at it! On that log yonder, " he added, pointing to Joe Shafto's rifle. "Want to see the rest of them?" "I reckon that's enough, " answered the stranger. "I've heard that yefolks was a tough bunch, and up here for a big killing. I'm the gamewarden. I don't suppose ye even went to the trouble to git a license tohunt in this state. Folks like you think they can git away with mostanything, but ye can't do it in these parts. " "Game warden, eh? You guessed wrong, old Santa Claus. I have a license. We all have licenses and we propose to do some hunting when the seasonopens, though that is not the main purpose of our journey up here. " "Show me. " Hippy handed his license to the warden, which that officer read withfrowning attention. Handing it back he demanded to see the licenses ofthe others, which Lieutenant Wingate had had the foresight to procurebefore the Overland Riders came west. "Reckon you're all right so far as licenses is concarned, but ye can'tcarry guns up here till the season--the game season's open, " said thegame warden, handing back the licenses. "It's always an open season for the kind of game we are going to hunt, "Hippy informed him. "Eh? What kind's that?" "Your kind, " retorted Hippy sharply. "That's all I've got to do with ye. I'd make ye give up the guns, butthese gents have something to say to you folks. They'll take care of yerrifles and such. " The game warden backed his horse away. His two companions, taking theircue from his move, rode to the fore. Hippy surveyed them narrowly. "Here comes the rub, " Miss Briggs confided to Grace. "We're deputy sheriffs, " announced one. "Charmed, I'm sure, " greeted Hippy, bowing with much dignity. "Makingearly calls seems to be the way of the Big Woods. What do you want? Letme see. So far to-day we have had two wardens and two deputy sheriffs. Speak your piece, but remember that you are covered. It's just as wellwhile talking to me to keep your muzzles pointed towards the ground. " "Are ye the fellows that burned up part of Section Forty-three?" askedthe deputy. "No. The fire did that. We are the fellows that put out the fire, orthere would be nothing left of a good part of that section exceptblackened stumps and dead tree toads. " "Seeing as ye admit it, that's all right. " Hippy nodded. Grace and Elfreda had stepped up, just to the rear ofHippy, that they might miss nothing of what was being said. The seconddeputy kept a watchful eye on them, presumably to see that they playedno tricks on his companion. "The owner of that section, Hi Dusenbery, reckons as ye've got to payfer the loss of the timber ye burned, and I'm here, fer one thing, toserve the papers on ye in the suit. Do ye accept service?" Hippy reached for the papers that the deputy held out, and, withoutlooking at them, tore them and dropped the fragments on the ground. "You shouldn't have done that, " rebuked Miss Briggs. "Grace, help megather up the pieces. The idea!" "Anything else?" demanded Lieutenant Wingate. "I have had about enoughof this nonsense. " "I reckon there is something else. Ye're charged with bein' dangerouscharacters. Information has been laid against ye by one William Tatem, otherwise known as Peg Tatem, accusin' some person unknown, butbelongin' to this party, of shootin' him through the leg. " "It was a wooden leg, and the shots were not fired by any person orpersons in this party. We do not know who fired them, " interruptedHippy. The deputy sheriffs grinned. "Ye are further charged with causin' certain wild animals, to wit, abear and a big ugly dog, to attack Peg Tatem and his men and do 'eminjury, to wit, bites and scratches, not to speak of a bad scare. " "Well? There must be something more, " urged Hippy. "What do you want meto do?" "Peg opined that if ye would settle with him for the damages to his leg, and pay him for the scare ye give him, and settle with his jacks forwhat ye did to them, he might be willin' to let ye off. " Grace said something to Elfreda under her breath and Elfreda nodded. Both saw that Lieutenant Wingate's good nature was slipping from him, that his temper was rising. "Don't do anything rash, Hippy, " urged Grace in a low tone. "If I refuse, what then?" he demanded belligerently, addressing theman. "That's up to ye. " "I refuse to pay one copper cent!" roared Hippy. "Go tell thattimber-legged friend of yours that if he bothers us again he will eitherget a bullet through his real leg or land in jail or both. Put that inyour pipe and smoke it! I don't believe you are deputies at all. " "Then yer under arrest. The whole pack of ye is under arrest!" shoutedthe deputy, suddenly throwing up his rifle. _Bang!_ A bullet whizzed past the deputy's head, fired from the ready rifle ofJoe Shafto, who, with finger on the trigger, was glaring through her bighorn-rimmed spectacles, alert for a suggestive move on the part ofeither of the three men, which would be the signal for another shot fromher rifle. CHAPTER XVI WILLY HORSE SHOWS THE WAY Elfreda laid a hand on Lieutenant Wingate's arm, then stepped betweenhim and the deputy, who had lowered his rifle a little, hesitating, itappeared, whether to shoot and take his chances or to adopt the safercourse. The fact that he chose the latter, and made no further effort tointimidate them with his weapon, was significant to Miss Briggs. "Mister Man, I am a lawyer, and I will speak with you. I believe youjust said that we are all under arrest, " reminded Elfreda in an ordinaryconversational tone. "Ye are that, unless ye settle up, " blustered the fellow. "Then, of course, you have warrants. Have you?" "Well, well, no, I reckon I hain't. Don't need none. I'm an officer ofthe law. This is my warrant, " he said, tapping the rifle. "We have similar arguments, arguments that are fully as potent, " repliedMiss Briggs significantly. "We decline to recognize any authorityunless backed by proper credentials. What county are you from, may Iinquire?" "St. Louis County, " grumbled the deputy. "And your companion--is he from the same county?" "Yes. Come! I ain't got time for per-laverin' around. Are ye goin' topay up or go with us?" "Neither! You have no warrant; you have no proof that you are officersof the law, and you admit that you are from St. Louis County. Grace, what county are we now in?" "Beltrami County, " replied Grace Harlowe, who had been consulting hermap. Miss Briggs nodded. "Out of your jurisdiction, Mister Deputy! It might be in order for me tosuggest that you remove your persons from our camp, " finished Elfreda inthe same even tone with which she had carried on the conversationthroughout. "I'll see whether ye'll go with us or not!" raged the deputy. "Joe!" called Hippy sharply. "If these rough-necks don't go _instanter_, trim 'em right. " "Don't set Henry on them. They might hurt him, " called Grace. "Get out!" commanded Hippy. The three men got, but before going they warned the Overland Riders thatthey would have the law on them for shooting at officers in thedischarge of their duty. In reply, Hippy waved a hand and grinned, and the men rode away rathermore rapidly than they had come into the camp. "Great thought of yours, J. Elfreda, " complimented Lieutenant Wingate. "Elfreda uses her head, Hippy. How much better than flying into a rageand threatening your enemy with dire things, " reminded Grace. "You don't always do that yourself, " retorted Hippy. "Thanks, Joe. Hadit not been for you we might have had a disturbance. " "Aren't we ever going to have peace?" wailed Emma. "I know I shall havenervous prostration at this rate. " "Cheer up. Let the voice of nature soothe your troubled spirits and riseabove such common things as mere officers of the law, " comforted Hippy. "What next?" "Suppose we break camp and move, " suggested Grace. "Yes, yes; let's do so, " urged Anne. "Do you think they will come back, darlin'?" questioned Nora anxiously. "Not before it is time for the swallows to build their nests under theeaves. " Joe, muttering to herself, went out to fetch in her pack mules, June andJuly, preparatory to loading the equipment on them for the start. Joewas a little rougher with the animals than usual, and their ears, tiltedback at a sharp angle, indicated their resentment, but the guide was tooangry to notice this danger signal. A sharp slap on June's thigh to makethe animal step over was followed by a lightning-like flash of two toughlittle mule heels, and Joe Shafto was lifted from her feet and hurledagainst July, and then July began to kick. The Overlanders, frightened for the safety of the guide, ran to assisther, when, out of the mix-up, leaped the forest woman, her hair tumbleddown her back, and eyes blazing through the big horn-rimmed spectacles, she having rolled under July and out of the way with amazing agility. "I'll larn ye, ye beasts!" she shrieked, running for her club. June felt the sting of it, and July grunted as the club descended on thefleshy part of her hip, at the same instant shooting both hind feet intothe air; but this time Joe was out of reach. "Here, here!" cried Hippy, springing forward to interfere. "We don'tpermit any one to beat animals in this menagerie, " he chided, grabbingthe woman's club. "Leggo!" shrieked Joe, wrenching the club from his hands. "No man ain'tgoin' to tell Joe Shafto what she kin do. Git out of here!" she raged, advancing threateningly on Hippy. "I'll paste them mules when I want to, and--" "That's all right, old dear, " soothed Hippy, backing up laughingly, butJoe followed him, shaking the club before his face. "Don't ye 'old dear' me. Mules is swine, and no better'n some men, and Igive ye notice no man ain't goin' to come 'tween me and my mules. I'llpaste 'em when I like, and I'll paste 'em like they did me, thevarmints, and I won't have no animile that walks like a man interferin''tween me and the mules and tellin' me what ter do. Git out of hereafore I give ye a wallop on the jaw, fer I'm goin' ter finish what Ibegun on June, and her name'll be December when I git through, and don'tye fergit it. " Joe grabbed the mule by an ear, gave the animal a prodwith her club, then slapped June's face. "Consarn ye, ye pore insect that's tryin to look like a hoss, but thatain't even got the skin of one, I reckon ye'll be good arter this, " shefinished, and threw a pack over the back of the now thoroughly subduedpack-mule. "Git started, ye folks, and don't say nothin' to me, for I'mli'ble to git mad arter the stirrin' up them mules give me. " "_Alors!_ Let's go, " suggested Elfreda after the laughter of theOverlanders had subsided. They were on their way a short time later, laughing as they headed forthe section on which they hoped eventually to meet Tom, and makepermanent camp. The forest woman had never been in that part of thewoods, but, knowing the general direction, thought she could hold to itand come out somewhere near the spot they desired to reach. That night they lay down to sleep in the open, wrapped in theirblankets. For the week following the Overland Riders camped out in thesame way, and nothing occurred to mar the life of freedom and happinessthat they were leading. The river had been left to the right of them, for the sake of what Joesaid might be better going, and a fairly direct course was followed forseveral days more. One night, however, they suddenly found themselves onthe banks of the Little Big Branch where it had taken a deep bend. Hippydeclared that it had made the bend to be near Emma and murmur sweetnothings in her ear. "Listen well, little one, " he admonished. "Tidings from the frozennorth, as well as messages intended for our ears alone, may be borne tous through you. It is mighty fortunate that we have you with us. " The bank of the river was their camp that night. The party slept justunder the bluff, protected by it and lulled to sleep by the gentlyrippling waters of the forest stream. Early on the following morningthey were aroused by an uproar in the camp. Out of the uproar came theshrill voice of their guide. "Get out of here, ye lazy good-for-nothin'. Think this 'ere is alumberjack hotel? Sick 'im, Henry! Sick 'im!" raged Joe Shafto. Grace, hearing the bear growl, sprang up and ran out. Her companionswere not far behind her. Sitting crouched over the campfire, which he had built, calmly cookinghis breakfast, was the Indian, Willy Horse, wholly undisturbed by theuproar that his presence had created. "Call off the bear!" commanded Grace sharply. "The man is our friend. " "He's a lazy good-for-nothin' and he's stole yer breakfast, " protestedthe forest woman, as she headed off Henry and drove him back with sundryprods of her foot. "Good morning, Mr. Horse, " greeted Emma. "Mornin', " answered the Indian briefly. Grace by this time was shaking hands with him; then the Overland girlssurrounded him and demanded to know why he had not been to see thembefore. Emma started to tell Willy what a lot of trouble they had been in whenGrace interjected a remark that caused Elfreda to wonder. "Perhaps Willy Horse knows more about our late unpleasantnesses than youdo, Emma, " said Grace. "Hello, old man. How are you?" cried Hippy, striding forward withoutstretched hand. "How do! You Big Friend. Me make breakfast fire here. " "Help yourself, " urged the girls. "All yours, " added Hippy with a wave of the hand that encompassed theentire camp. "Not includin' the guide, " differed Joe Shafto. Grace told Willy to wait until their breakfast was ready and eat withthem, but the Indian shook his head and stolidly continued preparing hisown breakfast. When it was ready he ate it, then sat back and smoked hispipe. "See other Big Friend, " he finally vouchsafed. "Tom Gray?" questioned Grace, instantly divining who Willy meant. The Indian nodded his head. "Him say all right, " he added after an interval of puffing. "Say himcome along bymeby. Say Willy Horse show you place to camp. Me show. " "That will be fine. Did my husband say when he expected to join us?"asked Grace. "Say him come along soon. You see other white men?" Willy bent a steadylook on the face of Hippy Wingate. "I should say we have. Deputy sheriffs, game wardens and a forestranger. " "Yes, and we saw a fellow named Peg Tatem. We had a fight with him, "Emma informed their visitor. "So?" "Yes, we did, Mr. Horse. And some one shot a hole through his woodenleg. Who do you suppose could have done that?" "Big Friend, huh?" he questioned, looking up at Hippy. "Not guilty, " answered Hippy with a shake of the head. "How come?" demanded the Indian. Emma Dean told him the story, Willy listening gravely, puffing slowly athis pipe, eyes fixed on the campfire. He smoked on in silence for sometime after the conclusion of her narrative. "Mebby Willy find out, " he grunted. "You suspect, don't you?" demanded Elfreda, who had been narrowlyobserving the Indian. "Make breakfast. We go soon. Willy show where make camp. " With that theIndian rose, turned his back on them and loped into the forest. They sawno more of him for fully two hours, and were already packed up and ontheir way when they saw him standing with shoulder against a great tree, watching their approach. "You come along. Willy show, " he directed as Hippy came abreast of him. "How long will it take to reach this camp?" asked Lieutenant Wingate. "Long time. Next sundown. " "To-morrow's or to-day's sundown?" demanded Emma. "To-morrow. " Willy resumed his Indian gait, shoulders leaning forward, toes pointedinward, his center of gravity well forward, and in this position hetrotted along for hours. The party halted at noon, but Willy Horsejogged on ahead and was soon out of sight. He rejoined them after theyhad resumed their journey and did not again stop until just before darkwhen he announced that they would camp where they were. The Indian thenmade browse-beds in the open for the Overland girls, and againdisappeared. "What's the matter with that pesky savage?" demanded the forest woman. "He's wuss'n the bear. " Hippy suggested that perhaps the Indian had gone off by himself tolisten to the voices of nature. "Perhaps he has gone away to shoot somebody's wooden leg, " suggestedEmma demurely. Elfreda nodded, and said she too was convinced that Willy Horse hadfired the shots that shattered Peg Tatem's wooden leg, and the girlsagreed with her. They never got any nearer to the truth of thatoccurrence, for, when questioned later about it, Willy Horse seemedunable to understand what they were talking about. The Indian did not reappear until the following morning. That day he ledthem a long chase and kept the Overlanders at a fast jog. How he everstood up under it they could not imagine, and when they stopped he wasbreathing naturally, and did not appear to be in the least fatigued. "Come camp to-night, " he told them when asked how near they were totheir destination. The woman guide had little to say, but her sour expression told theOverlanders that she was not pleased that the Indian was leading them. The skies clouded over late in the afternoon, and later a drizzling rainset in, but they continued on, well protected by their waterproof coats, the hoods of which covered their heads. Henry, however, was adisconsolate-looking object, but Hindenburg, riding in Hippy's saddlebag, was dry and cosy, sleeping soundly as the rain pattered on hissleeping quarters. Night found the party still some little distance from its destination, and Willy Horse was appealed to for encouragement. Emma wanted to campwhere they were but the others outvoted her, so on they rode. From then on the journey was an unpleasant one. The shins of the riderswere barked from contact with trees. Low-hanging limbs of smallsecond-growth trees slapped their faces and deluged the riders withwater, and altogether they were experiencing about the most unpleasantride that they had ever taken, except possibly that across the GreatAmerican Desert earlier in their vacation riding. Grace, perhaps, was the only exception, in that she found herselfenjoying the unusual experience and the excitement of it, for thestumbles of the ponies were frequent; here and there a tree was heard tofall crashing to earth, and, high and piercing on the soggy night air, they occasionally heard the mournful howl of a wolf. "There goes seven dollars and a half, " Emma would wail every time a wolfhowled. Willy Horse finally shouted and indicated by a gesture, which wasrevealed to the riders in the rear by Hippy's lamp, that he was about tochange his course. The Indian turned sharply to the right, proceeded ina direct line for half a mile, as nearly as the Riders could judge, thenthrew his arm straight up into the air. "Be we there?" yelled the forest woman. "We be. That is, we're here, but whether here is there or somewhereelse you will have to search the Indian for the answer. I don't know, "answered Hippy. "Wait! Me make fire, " directed Willy. The Overlanders, having sat their saddles so long, were literallysticking to the leather, but wrenched themselves loose, slid off andleaned against the steaming sides of their ponies, while water from thetrees filtered over them and ran in rivulets down their coats. The flame of a cheerful campfire showed through the mist and was greetedwith a hoarse cheer by the cold Overland Riders. "Is this the place where we are to stay until Mr. Gray joins us?" calledGrace. "Yes, " answered the Indian. "Land sakes! I never could have found it, " exclaimed the forest woman. "Leastwise not in the dark. Reckon I might a follered the river and gothere somehow, but not the way that pesky savage took us, and ter think Ihad ter be showed by a heathen how to get here. " The fire flamed into a snapping blaze, and then to the delight of theparty, they saw near at hand a large lean-to and two smaller ones. "Willy, did you make them for us?" wondered Anne. "Yes. Me make 'em. " "But, they must be soaked through, " protested Nora. "How shall we beable to sleep in a lean-to on a night like this. " "No leak. Bark on roof, " the Indian informed her. "Come, girls. Let us stake down and get close to that fire. I amshivering, " urged Elfreda. "I expect my pup is too, " said Hippy. "And the bear. Oh, where is he?" Henry had disappeared and his master was too busy to bother about him. After building a cook fire, Willy ran out into the forest, returningsoon thereafter with several large slices of bear meat, from stores thathe had safely cached, which he proceeded to fry over the fire while Mrs. Shafto was boiling water for tea and opening cans of beans. The girlsthrew off their wet garments and sank luxuriously into the browse floorof their lean-to. "Oh, girls, this is worth all the discomforts we have been through, isn't it?" cried Anne enthusiastically. "I don't know whether it is or not, " answered Emma sourly. "Any port ina storm, you know. " Hippy came in wet and dripping after caring for the ponies, withHindenburg tucked safely under his coat. "Reminds me of France, " he exclaimed jovially. "Say, children, may myHindenburg sleep in your quarters to-night? It will be warmer and morecomfortable for him than in mine. " "No!" shouted the Overland girls. "He may sleep in the attic, " suggested Emma. "Otherwise, on the roof. Hippy, why do you keep that animal around? What is he good for except toeat and sleep?" "Don't you malign my bull pup. He is a watch dog, the best ever, and--"Hippy's remaining words were lost in the shout of laughter thatinterrupted him. "Oh, Hippy, you are a scream, " exclaimed Grace. "You know very well thatthe only thing Hindenburg has watched since we started, is the food, andalways he has watched for us to throw some of it to him. Yes, he is awonderful watch dog. " All were now crowded into the lean-to, except Willy, who, after cookingthe bear-meat, said "Bye, " and went away. Good-nights were said early that evening and all hands turned in afterMrs. Shafto had fed what was left of the supper to Henry. The bear hadcome in immediately after getting the odor of one of his relatives beingcooked over the Overland Riders' campfire. Rain roared on the bark roofs of the lean-tos all night long, but thegirls, dry and cosy, slept the night through without once awakening, with Henry on guard out there sitting under a tree in a disconsolateattitude, now and then wearily licking the water from his coat. Hindenburg, more favored, slept cuddled between Lieutenant Wingate'sfeet. The present camp, it was understood between the Overlanders and TomGray, was to be a permanent camp for some time to come, and it was herethat some of the most exciting scenes of their journey through the GreatNorth Woods were to be witnessed by them. CHAPTER XVII IN THE INDIAN TEPEE The rain had ceased, when Grace, the first of her party to awaken, looked out as she lay on her browse bed. The river was shining in themorning sun, glassy, save here and there where its waters rippled over ashallow of gravel. "Turn out!" she shouted. "This is too wonderful to miss. Oh, look!" A canoe, with an Indian crouching in its stern wielding a paddle, wasskimming across the stream, not a sound or splash of paddle, nor hardlya ripple from it to be heard or seen. "It's Willy Horse. Hurry, girls! Don't miss this wonderful naturecanvas. " Exclamations were heard from all the girls after they had rubbed thesleep from their eyes. By then Willy was nearing their shore, and thebow of his canoe, a real birch canoe made by himself, landed on thebeach, whereupon, Willy threw out a mess of speckled trout, sufficientfor breakfast for the entire party, amid little cries of delight fromthe girls. "Hey there, Thundercloud! Are those all for my breakfast?" called Hippyfrom his lean-to. "Hippy!" rebuked Nora. "Oh, send him out in the woods to eat with Henry, " advised Emma. While the Overland girls were washing at the river, Willy cleaned thefish and handed them to the forest woman who already had the cook firegoing. And such a breakfast as the Overland party had that morning!Following the meal they made Willy take them for a ride in his canoe, two at a time; then Hippy and the bull pup took a skim up and down theriver with Willy at the paddle. "All we need now to make us feel like real aborigines is an Indianwigwam or a tepee, " suggested Grace to her companions. "What is the difference between them?" asked Miss Briggs. "A tepee is a temporary home; the wigwam is the Indian's permanentabiding place. " "Me make, " announced Willy. "Oh, Mister Horse! Will you really?" giggled Emma. Willy grunted, and, shoving off his canoe, paddled swiftly away. Hereturned an hour later, the canoe loaded with strips of birch bark whichhe carefully laid on the shore. The Indian then trotted off into theforest. On this trip he fetched an armful of "lodge"-poles. Aftertrimming them, he tied three together with a long deerskin thong, abouteighteen inches from the tops of the poles, carrying the thong aboutthem a few times and leaving the end of it trailing down. The rest ofthe poles he stood against the sides of the tripod at regular intervalsall the way around. "Oh, it's an Indian house!" cried Emma. "It really is. " Thus far the work had been quickly accomplished, and now came theenclosing of the structure. This Willy did by laying strips of bark onthe sloping "lodge"-poles, carrying the leather thong about them to holdthe bark firmly against the poles. The entrance, formed by spreadingpoles apart, faced the waters of the Little Big Branch. The tepee was finished shortly before eleven o'clock that morning, whenWilly hung a blanket of deerhide over the doorway. As yet, none of theOverlanders had been permitted to look in and when they asked if theymight do so, "You wait. Me fix, " answered the Indian, ducking into thehouse he had created, and in a few moments they saw wisps of smokecurling up from the peak of the tepee through the opening left by thetops of the "lodge"-poles. "You come, " announced the Indian as he stepped out. The girls lost no time in crawling into the tepee. Cries of delight rosewith the smoke of the lodge-fire that Willy had made with a few sticksand pieces of bark, as they found themselves in a circular room fullyten feet in diameter, in the center of which crackled a comfortinglittle fire, the draft carrying the smoke straight up and out of thetepee. "What if it should rain?" questioned Emma apprehensively. "Me put cover over top, " answered the Indian, whose stolidexpressionless face was peering in at them. "No rain come along. Youlike?" Miss Briggs got up and offered her hand to him. "We do, Willy. But why do you do so much for us?" she asked. "Willy's Big Friends, " he answered gruffly, and started to back out, butthe girls would not let him go until each had shaken hands with him andthanked him. "By the way, where do you live?" wondered Nora. "Summer time live on reservation. Hunting time live up here in tepee. Meshow. Me go hunting, too. Mebby shoot deer, mebby big moose. Bye!" [Illustration: Grace Got One Spill and Essayed Another Attempt. ] "Oh, don't go away, " begged Grace. "We like to have you here, and Iwish, too, that you would let me paddle that beautiful canoe. It is thefirst bark canoe I have ever seen. I know how to paddle a modern canoe, but I saw this morning that the bark boat is an entirely differentcraft. Will you teach me?" "Me show. Go meet Big Friend now. " "Bring him back with you, Willy, " urged Grace, but the Indian alreadyhad withdrawn, and when they looked out he had gone. "Hey, you folks!" called Hippy, who was grooming Hindenburg with a horsebrush. "Where is the dinner?" Grace said she had forgotten all about it, and that Mrs. Shafto had goneout to try to shoot a duck. "In the meantime we starve, eh? Hindenburg is so hungry that his sidesare caving in, and the bear has gone out into the woods to eat leaves. By the way, Willy Hoss's canoe is down yonder hidden under the bushes. He said you were to use it, Grace. He has gone away. " After dinner, which was more in the nature of a luncheon, Mrs. Shaftocame into camp with three ducks which she had shot, and promised hercharges that they should have stuffed roast duck for supper. That afternoon Grace tried the canoe. She got one spill and was soakedto the skin, but crawled back to shore laughing at her mishap, andessayed another attempt. "I thought my canoe was cranky, but this beats everything, " she calledto her companions as she again floated out on the stream in the barkcanoe. The Overland girl practiced for half an hour, during which shegot the hang of the cranky bark canoe and did very well paddling it. "Let me try it, " begged Emma. "You will not, " objected Hippy. "Think I want to plunge into that coldwater and rescue you?" "Do you think I am simple enough to fall in?" demanded Emma indignantly. "Yes, and as often as I could pull you out. Then again, you would loseyourself listening to the voices of nature and get into a fine, wetmess. That nature stuff makes me weary. " Emma did not paddle the canoe that day, nor did any of the othersexpress a desire to do so. They saw no more of the Indian that day, andthat night the girls spread their blankets in the tepee. "We must have a fire in here for the sake of cheerfulness, " urged Anne. "Yes. And burn ourselves up, " objected Emma. "There should be no danger unless we roll into the fire in our sleep, "answered Miss Briggs. A small fire was kindled in the tepee, and, for a long time after theyhad gone in for the night, the Overland girls sat with feet doubledunder them, enjoying the novel sensation of having for their use a realIndian tepee, and listening to Joe Shafto relate some of her experiencesin the Big North Woods. The conversation was interrupted by Henry who poked his nose into thetepee and sniffed the air inquisitively. A slight tap on his nose by theguide sent the bear scampering away. After a hearty laugh at Henry'sexpense, the girls rolled up in their blankets and went to sleep not toawaken again until sunrise, when they were jolted out of their dreams bya loud halloo. CHAPTER XVIII THE TRAIL OF THE PIRATES "Tom's here!" shouted Grace. "All right, Tom. We will be out as soon aswe can find our way out of this roundhouse, " she laughed, feeling forthe opening that, in the subdued light, looked like all the rest of thetepee wall. Tom was bronzed and happy, and after greeting the girls he inquired forHenry and Hindenburg. "The bear's out lookin' for his breakfast, " answered the forest woman. "And the bull pup is asleep. He keeps bankers' hours instead ofattending to his business, " complained Emma. After breakfast Tom told them of his work in the forest, adding that hehad observed evidences of the recent presence of timber-pirates. "That is, I have found their blazes, secret cuttings on trees in remotesections. This discovery I have marked on the map, and will inform theauthorities after I have finished 'cruising' the Pineries. Thisafternoon I shall work north to look over some virgin forest groundnear here. Come along with me, won't you, Hippy?" "Sure thing. We'll take Hindenburg for protection, " agreed Hippy. "Why not take the rest of the party?" suggested Grace. "This is a business trip, " replied Tom. "Of course you can go if youwish, but it were better not, for we shall have to rough it in the realsense of the word. Willy wants to go out with me, and may join us upriver sometime to-day. " "Where is the measly redskin, Cap'n?" demanded Joe. "He has gone downstream. Willy has a camp a short distance below here. That Indian is a real man. " "We have found him so, " agreed Elfreda. Joe Shafto grunted disdainfully. Tom remained at the camp until after dinner, replenished his supplies, including a stuffed duck which the forest woman prepared for him; thenhe and Hippy set out on their ponies for up-river points. "What is in the wind, Tom?" questioned Lieutenant Wingate after they gotunder way. "I know you had some good reason other than merely desiringmy company, or you would not have asked me to go with you. " Tom laughed heartily. "A little of both, Lieutenant. I hear that timber-pirates have beenmaking some cuttings above here, and I wish you to go along as a witnessto what I may find. That's all. " "No scraps in sight, eh?" "Oh, no. " Hippy sighed. "Tell me about it. " "Timber thieves seek the remote places and look for suitable plots thatcan be cut off and floated downstream to the mills. There the logs arethrown in with other logs, and branded on one end to correspond withsuch logs as have been procured in a legitimate way. Should the piratesbe discovered, they frequently buy the plot, if they represent a bigconcern, and nothing more is done so far as the authorities areconcerned. " "You don't mean to say that reputable lumber companies go in foranything of that sort, do you?" wondered Hippy. "I did not say 'reputable. ' Of course not. All big concerns are notnecessarily reputable in the sense you mean, but there is many a manto-day who holds his head high in the world, though the foundation ofhis business was stolen timber. " Hippy uttered a low whistle of amazement. "Look there!" exclaimed Tom Gray late in the afternoon as they rode intoa "cutting" from which the timber had been removed. Several acres hadbeen cut off, and skidways built up for more extensive operations, probably for that very season. Upon consulting his map, the forester found, as he had expected, thatthe timber was not charted as belonging to private individuals. Tompointed to a man-made dam in the river. It had been constructed ofspiles--small logs, driven in like posts, set so that they leanedupstream. The water gates were open, and, upon examination, showed thatlogs had been floated there, for the marks of the logs were visible onthe sides of the gates and on the tops of the spiles. Added to this, thefloor of the dam was covered with last season's logs, hundreds of them. "Will you please tell me why a dam is necessary to lumbering?"questioned Lieutenant Wingate. "To provide a good head of water on which to float logs down to themills when the river is low. The logs are dumped into the dam until itis full; the gates are then opened and the logs go booming down towardsthe mills. To be fully equipped there should be a second dam above thisone to wash down such timber as fails to clear. We will go on furtherand see what we find. " They found the second dam, constructed across the river at a narrowspot. It had been quite recently built, as Tom Gray found upon examiningthe spiles and comparing their age with those of the lower dam. "This looks to me like a fine piece of timber, " he announced with asweeping gesture that took in the great trees that surrounded them. "Wewill cruise as far as we can before dark and go over the rest of thesection to-morrow. " "And you believe 'pirates' are trying to hog all they can of it, doyou?" questioned Hippy. "There can be no doubt of it. We have evidence of that. " "Suppose some one should step in and buy the section--what then?" "It would serve the robbers right, " declared Tom Gray with emphasis. "What is the section worth?" "Too much money for us. Say fifty to seventy-five thousand dollars, oreven more if it is owned by private persons. If the state owns it, thelatter figure probably would be about what one would have to pay for thetimber rights. " "At the latter price how much could a fellow expect to clear on thedeal?" persisted Hippy. Tom said it would depend upon whether one sold the logs delivered at themill, or worked them into lumber at his own mill. It was his opinionthat the holder should earn a profit of a hundred thousand dollars ormore, in the latter instance, provided he had proper shippingfacilities. "Of course, here you have the river on which to float your logs down tothe mill, which should be located at or near the lakes, " added Tom. "Look it over carefully to-morrow. I am getting interested to know moreabout the lumber business. One can't have too much knowledge, you know. Now that we have sold our coal lands in Kentucky, you and I areinterested in high finance. Eh, Tom?" "Thanks to you, Hippy, we are. " The coal lands to which Hippy referred were part of an estate that hadbeen willed to him by an admiring uncle while Lieutenant Wingate was amember of the United States Army Air Forces in France. The OverlandRiders had made the Kentucky Mountains the scene of their summer'souting the year before their present journey, and there experienced manystirring adventures. Hippy, at first, decided to work the mines himself, with Tom Gray as his partner, but that winter they received an offer forthe property and sold it outright for a large sum of money, whichLieutenant Wingate insisted they should share equally. The two friends, after sitting about their campfire until a late hourthat night discussing the subject that had taken strong hold of Hippy'smind, lay down to sleep in the open. Immediately after breakfast next morning Tom and Hippy started out tomake a thorough "cruise" of the pine trees in the section from which afew acres of logs had been cut. They finished their work late in theafternoon, but Tom did not venture a further opinion on what he had seenuntil they were on their way to their camp, where they had decided toremain another night. "Well?" demanded Hippy finally. "Speak up! How about it, Tom?" "Hippy, you have looked upon the finest plot of virgin timber to befound anywhere outside the states of Oregon and Washington. I wishsomeone would buy it and beat those pirates out. It is a burning shameto let them get away with it. " "Where would one have to go to find out about it?" "St. Paul, possibly. Why?" "I was just wondering, that's all, " answered Lieutenant Wingatethoughtfully. Hippy asked who owned the timber adjoining the section, but Tom did notknow that any individual owned it because the map showed that it wasstill a part of the state forest reserve. "You see these maps were issued some months ago, and many changes mayhave taken place in that time, though they are really supposed to be upto date. " "Is Willy likely to be up here to-day, Tom?" "No. I asked him to keep within easy reach of the Overland camp at nightwhile we are away. " Willy, being a man of his word, guarded the Overland camp jealously fortwo nights, but on the morning of the next day, just before daybreak, hestarted to go upstream and look for the two absent men, hisunderstanding being that they were to be away but one night. He washiking along the river bank when Hippy, who had remained with the horseswhile his companion went into the forest for a final brief survey beforestarting for home, discovered the Indian who hailed him. "How do?" greeted the Indian. "Nothing wrong at camp, is there?" questioned the Overland Rideranxiously. "No. Me come see where Big Friends go. " "That is fine. You are just the man I wish to see. Who cut off thistimber, Willy?" indicating the cutting that he and Tom had firstdiscovered. "Not know. Somebody steal um. " "That is what Captain Gray says. Perhaps it was cut by a newowner--someone who has bought this plot, Willy. " The Indian, gazing on the stumps in the clearing with expressionlesseyes, shook his head slowly. "This section belongs to the state, I think, " ventured Hippy. "No belong state. " "Who, then?" "Belong Chief Iron-Toe. Him Chippewa chief--Big Chief. " Lieutenant Wingate became instantly alert. "Are you positive of that, Willy?" The Indian nodded. "Do you know the gentleman with the iron toe?" "Him my father. " Hippy was a little taken back by the answer, but his eagerness for moreinformation overcame what might have become embarrassment. "Your father! Do you think he would sell the section?" he asked eagerly. "No sell. " "But I wish to buy it, Willy. " "You buy?" questioned the Indian, regarding Lieutenant Wingatethoughtfully. "Yes. " "You Big Friend. Me fix. " "Do you mean it?" "Me fix. " "Good. When?" "Next sun-up. We go Chippewa Reservation. " "How far?" "Two sun ride. " "Say nothing to anyone about this. I'll say whatever is necessary to myfriends. You wake me when you think best to start for the ChippewaReservation to-morrow morning and we will be off. Want a horse, Willy?" "Me take pony. " It was settled, and on the way back to the camp of the Overlandersduring that afternoon Hippy confided his plan to Tom Gray, but Tom wasdoubtful of its success. He said he already knew what Hippy had had inmind, and that if he were able to buy the section for anything withinreason there would be a fortune in it. "Will you go in on the deal with me?" asked Hippy. "Yes, if you keep within my resources. Thanks to you for letting me inon your coal land deal in Kentucky I have some funds that I can use. That was like giving the money to me, and I have been ashamed of myselfever since for letting you drag me into any such deal. " "Chop it, Tom. As Willy would say, 'You Big Friend. ' Say nothing to anyof the folks, unless you wish to confide in Grace. I shall, of course, tell Nora where I am going and why. " During the rest of the journey back to the Overland camp, the two mendiscussed the plan of action that Hippy should follow--provided he gotthe timber plot--the hiring of men and the purchase of equipment, and, by the time they had reached the Overland camp, all details weresettled. Nothing was said to either Grace or Nora until that evening, when the two Overland men confided their plans to their wives. Next morning, before the camp was astir, the Indian had awakenedLieutenant Wingate and the man and the Indian had ridden away in thedark of the early morning. CHAPTER XIX THE RETURN OF THE PRODIGAL "What ye moonin' 'bout?" demanded Joe Shafto, giving Nora Wingate a prodwith a long bony finger. "I am worrying about Mr. Wingate, Mrs. Shafto. He was to have been backin two days, and here it is nearly two weeks since he and the Indianwent away. " "Indians is all varmints, anyway, but don't ye worry 'bout that man ofyers. Ain't worth it. None of 'em is. " "Don't you say that about my Hippy, " rebuked Nora indignantly. "I lovemy husband, just as you loved yours. " The forest woman laughed harshly. "Ain't no such thing as love. A man's just a man, kind of handy to dothe chores and bring home the venison. Henry's worth a whole pack ofhusbands, and I kin wallop Henry when he don't mind. Best thing 'boutHenry is that he can't jaw back at me. " "He can growl at you, can't he?" returned Nora, laughing in spite of herworry. "He kin, and he kin git a clip on the jaw, like I give my man once. No, sir. Bears is better company than is men. I know for I've tried 'emboth. Take my advice and when ye wants to git another husband, jest gita bear instead. " "But bears are beasts, " laughed Grace, who had joined the two in time tohear Mrs. Shafto's advice. "So's men. Bears growl--so does men. Mules kick, like June and July--sodoes men. Animiles live for nothin' but to git fed and sleep. So doesmen. What's the difference?" The girls laughed heartily. "Your logic is excellent, but your philosophy is not sound, " repliedGrace. "There is such a thing as companionship and helpfulness, and thefiner things of human association. " The forest woman sniffed. "Ain't no such thing, " she retorted. Joe stalked away to attend to herduties, and in a few moments the Overland girls heard her berating thebear. Tom Gray, during the period of Lieutenant Wingate's absence, had madefrequent trips to the section that Hippy wished to buy, and now knew toa certainty that it was a prize plot of timber. Tom was in the Overlandcamp on this particular day, mapping out the timber tract in detail, though with little idea that it could be purchased at a price withintheir means. He was at work on the map when he heard Hindenburg barkingexcitedly. "Something unusual must be on to make the bull pup raise such adisturbance, " muttered Tom, tossing his map aside and crawling from thetepee. He saw Nora was running, crying out that Hippy had returned. "Hooray! Meet me with food!" shouted Hippy. "I've been living on ironrations for two days because bears ate up our fresh stuff and tried toeat the mess kits too. Hulloa, Tom!" "What luck?" asked Tom, after shaking hands. "The best. We have met the enemy and he's 'ourn, ' as Mother Shafto wouldsay. Don't ask me a question until my stomach begins to function. " A luncheon was quickly prepared, and Hippy had plenty of attention, allthe girls standing about while he ate, ready hands passing food untilHippy could eat no more. "Where's that pesky Indian?" demanded the guide, frowning. "He is coming along with a bunch of men and supplies to show them theway to our claim. Twenty jacks, a cook and a fiddler will be here latethis afternoon, together with a knock-down bunk-house, sufficient foodsupplies for two weeks, tools, and I've got a supply of cash to pay thehands. Now what have you to say for yourself, Tom Gray?" "I was waiting to inquire what sort of a deal you made. " "Say, folks! Had it not been for Willy Horse I should not have got theproperty at all. That chief with the iron toes is a shrewd old duffer. He has owned the property for some years, and all that time the HiramDusenbery Company has been trying, by fair means or otherwise, to buy itof him, but Old Iron-Toe put the price so high that they preferred towait, hoping that when he got hard up he might be willing to sell forless. " "Did he know that timber-thieves had been helping themselves to trees?"questioned Elfreda. "No. Willy told him. Willy saw the chief first and the deal really wasmade before I even saw the old fellow. Well, we smoked a pipe of peacetogether and he didn't say a word for a whole hour after I wasintroduced. Finally he grunted: "'You Big Friend Willy Horse. Big Friend me, too. What you give?' "I told him to make his own price and I would consider it--that I wishedto take no advantage, nor did I desire to pay a price that would notleave me a profit. Well, we sat and the chief smoked for another hour. "'You give ten thousand money. You give one-eighth what you make toChief Iron-Toe. You Big Friend. ' "'It's a bargain!' I said, just like that. Old Iron-Toe handed me hispipe again. I took another pull at it. Bah! It was awful. It nearlystrangled me, but it sealed the compact. We went to the county seatwhere the property was transferred to Wingate & Gray and the deed filed, after which I gave him my check for ten thousand dollars. " Tom, who had been doing some rapid figuring while Lieutenant Wingate wasspeaking, glanced up, smiling. "I don't know how you did it, but you have a wonderful bargain. There isa fortune in those trees. " "I didn't do it at all. Willy Horse did it, and he is going to have thebest job that can be dug up for him, provided my influence has weightwith the firm of Wingate & Gray. Tom, it's up to you, now. You are thebrains of this establishment. Go to it. I've done my share so far as ithas gone. " "You have, indeed. How is the equipment being brought in?" "By mule teams. I reckon, too, that they will have a fine tune gettingin here on the trail that leads to the Dusenbery Company's works aboveour section and--" "I say, Mister Lieutenant, do I understand ye to say that a pa'cel oflumberjacks is comin' here?" interrupted Joe Shafto. "Yes. " "Then I quits right now. Don't want no truck with them critters. " "That's all right, old dear. You just keep right on with the outfit, andif a lumberjack so much as looks at you, set the bear on him. I knowwhat Henry can do in that direction, having had a run-in with himmyself. " "Don't ye 'old-dear' me!" growled Joe. "Started that agin, have ye? MissWingate, if ye don't tame that husband of yers with a club, I will. " Joewinked at Nora as she said it. "Leave him to me, Mrs. Shafto. Hippy, go wash your face. You are aperfect sight. I'm positively ashamed of you. " "That's all right, Nora. That relieves me of the necessity of beingashamed of myself. Joe, you merely imagine that you dislike lumberjacks. There are some good fellows among them. They aren't all so bad as youpaint them, " said Hippy soothingly. The forest woman flared up. "I hate the whole pack and pa'cel of 'em! I-hate 'em wuss'n a scaldedpup hates vinegar on his back. I'll stay, of course, but I'll sick Henryon 'em if they bothers me; then I'll turn my back and fergit thatHenry's chawin' up a human bein'. So there!" The Overland girls laughed merrily, and Grace linking an arm into theguide's led her down to the river where the two sat down, Grace to giveJoe Shafto friendly advice, and Joe to accept it as she would from noother member of the Overland Riders. In the meantime Tom and Hippy were discussing their plans. They spent agood part of the day doing so. After dinner Grace and Elfreda paddled upthe river in the bark canoe, returning just before suppertime, facesflushed from their exercise, and eyes sparkling. Early next morning Willy Horse and the advance guard of the timberoutfit arrived on the scene, as was evidenced by sundry shouts up-river. Tom and Hippy hurried upstream to meet the party, and later in the daythe Overland girls came up to watch the work already in progress. Aknock-down bunk-house was rapidly going up, and the cook with pots andkettles over a brisk fire in the open was preparing supper for thelumberjacks. The jacks were a hardy two-fisted lot of men, Swedes, Norwegians, FrenchCanadians, half-breeds and a few sturdy Americans, though the latterwere greatly outnumbered. Tom was bossing the gang and doing it like aman who had handled lumberjacks before. "Why so rough with them?" remonstrated Grace. "Because I know the breed. Be easy with jacks and they think you areafraid of them, and will promptly take advantage of you. One must, notfor a moment, let them feel that he is not master of the situation andof them. You will discover that sooner or later. " By night the bunk-house was ready for occupancy, though the bunks werenot yet in place and the men would be obliged to sleep on the floor forone night at least. After a hearty supper, well cooked under theobservant eyes of Tom Gray, the lumberjacks retired to their shack, andthe sound of the fiddle and the shuffle of dancing feet, accompanied byshouts and yells, rose from the bunk-house, which was located nearenough to the Overland Riders' camp to enable them to hear, and to see, if they wished, what was going on. Willy Horse was the guest of the Overlanders, though he refused to eatwith them, and sat all the evening by the fire saying never a word, which is the Indian's idea of friendly conversation. On the following day, under Tom Gray's supervision, the construction ofthe dam for the new owners was begun across a narrow part of the river, a little upstream from the Overland camp. In order to lower the water inthe river while they were driving the spiles, Tom had the men put thegates in place in the dam built further up the stream by thetimber-pirates. This, in the low condition of the river, would keep thewater back for several days and give Tom's men a better opportunity tobuild his dam. Henry had made several cautious visits to the scene of operations, whichhe viewed from the high branches of a tall pine, and, upon descending, soundly boxed the ears of a lumberjack who attempted to make friendswith him. "Tom, " said Grace one evening after a few hours spent by her watchingthe work, "who is the short, thick-set lumberjack with the red hair?" "The one with the peculiar squint in his eye?" "Yes. That is the man. " "The men call him Spike. I don't know what the rest of the name is. Why?" "I don't like his looks. Then again there is something about him thatreminds me of someone that I have seen--I mean in unpleasantcircumstances. " "I fear our guide has prejudiced you against lumberjacks, and I knowthat she has taught Henry to hate the whole tribe. One shouldn't lookfor drawing-room manners in a lumberjack. We have a loyal gang of men, men who will fight for us, if necessary, and who certainly can work. That, it appears to me, is the answer. " "Very well. I shall keep my eye on him, just the same. Hark! I thought Iheard someone coming. " Tom and Grace were sitting by the campfire. The others of their party, with the exception of Mrs. Shafto and the bear, were listening to thefiddle and the thudding of the hob-nail boots of the lumberjacks asthey danced away the early hours of the evening. "Never mind. The pup will take notice. " "The only thing the pup takes notice of is, as Emma Dean says, food!"laughed Grace. "Someone _is_ coming, Tom. " "Hindenburg!" commanded Tom Gray sharply. The bull pup, sleeping by the fire, roused himself, wiggled his stubbedtail, and, rolling over on his side, yawned and promptly went to sleepagain. Tom Gray glanced quickly towards the shadows that lay to the rearof them, and, as he did so, a figure appeared. "Willy, is that you?" he demanded, as a familiar movement revealed theidentity of the figure. "Yes. " Grace asked the Indian where he had been. He mumbled an unintelligiblereply, then turned to Tom. "Two men come. They watch shack. Me want to shoot, but not do. " "Certainly not, " rebuked Tom. "What do you think they want?" "Come spy on camp. I spy on them. Fix guns and creep up. Look in windowsand whisper. Bah! No good. What do?" "Have they rifles? Perhaps they are hunters, " suggested Tom. "No hunt. Me watch. " Willy Horse melted into the shadows. "Who can it be?" wondered Grace. "Hunters, of course. Willy Horse's zeal has run away with his judgment. I think--" Tom paused. Protesting voices were heard back in the forest, voices raised in angry resentment. Two men suddenly burst out into thelight of the campfire, followed by Willy Horse close at their heels, hisrifle pressed against the back of a panting man. CHAPTER XX PEACE OR WAR? "Here, here! What's this?" demanded Tom Gray, springing up. "Willy!" "This is an outrage!" panted the man against whose back Willy Horse heldthe rifle. The stranger's red hair fairly bristled as he cautiouslyremoved his hat and mopped the perspiration from face and forehead. "I'll have the law on you, you low-down redskin!" "Easy there, pardner. This Indian is not low-down, " retorted Tom Gray ina warning tone. "Willy is our friend. What is it you wish, sir?" "Am I on the section recently purchased by Wingate & Gray?" "You are, sir. I am Tom Gray. Mr. Wingate will be here shortly. Won'tyou sit down?" urged Tom. "That is all right, Willy. Please askLieutenant Wingate to come here, " he added, nodding and smiling to theIndian, who backed away into the shadows. "I am Chet Ainsworth, timber agent, " said the stranger. "This is myguide, Tobe Skinner. I'm here to talk a little business with you. Tobethought he knew the way, but we got a thousand miles out of it. While wewere trying to decide whether this was a lumber camp or a state's prisoncolony that Indian ruffian got the drop on us and drove us in. Tobewould have shot him on the spot if the Indian hadn't beat him to it bygetting the drop on him. I'll see the Indian agent 'bout that when I goback. I'll--" "Hippy!" called Tom as he saw Lieutenant Wingate and others of theOverland outfit strolling towards camp. "Meet Mr. Ainsworth, and hisguide, Mr. Skinner. They are here on a business matter, the nature ofwhich I do not know. We are ready to hear what you have to say, Mr. Ainsworth. " Grace rose and said she would have Mrs. Shafto prepare food for the twomen. "I'm ready to hear the story, Ainsworth, " announced Hippy, nodding. "Are you the party that bought Section Seventy-two, Mr. Wingate?" askedAinsworth. Hippy nodded. "Without wishin' to be personal, may I ask what you paid for it?" "You have my permission to ask anything you wish. I reserve the right toanswer or not. The answer is _not_! in this instance, " replied Hippy. "No offense, no offense, " answered the agent, assuming a jovial tone. "Irepresent certain interests that have been negotiating for this veryproperty, parties that already have large holdings in this vicinity, andwho wish an uninterrupted stretch of timber and river to the lakes. " "Yes?" questioned Hippy. "Of course they knew you bought on speculation, because you ain'tlumbermen, and they reckoned they'd buy it from you so as to give you afine profit on your investment. That's why I asked you what you paid forthe property. " "Yes?" repeated Hippy. "No man can say that ain't a fair offer. Now we'll get right down tobusiness, Mister--Mister--" "Wingate, " assisted Tom. "We'll get right down to business, Mr. Wingate. You will sell?" "Sure thing. I'll sell anything I have except my wife and the bull pup. " "Good! I reckoned that was about the size of it, " chuckled Ainsworth, passing a hand across his face to hide his expression of satisfaction. "What's your figger?" "Half a million. " "Feet?" "No. Dollars. " "Are you crazy?" "Yes. " "Ha, ha! I see. You're one of those funny fellows, " laughed the agent. "That's all right, Pard. Have your little joke, and now let's get downto business. What'll ye take cash down, balance ninety days, for thesection?" "Half a million. What will you give?" "Twenty-five thousand, " answered the agent quickly. "The deal is off, " said Hippy, rising. "Wait a minute! You're too confounded sudden. I want to argue thequestion, " urged the visitor. "No. You have made your offer; I have made my offer. The subject isclosed. Come, have a snack. I see the girls have it ready for you, andlet's talk about the weather. I think it is going to snow. " Tom, though he had with difficulty repressed his laughter, offered theirguests every attention, and so did the Overland girls, but the subjectof the sale of the claim was not again referred to that evening, exceptjust before bedtime. None of the girls was favorably impressed witheither Mr. Ainsworth or his guide, and during the meal the forest womanglared threateningly at the pair through her big spectacles. Near itsclose, the visitors got a shock that nearly frightened Chet Ainsworthout of his skin, and at the same time sent the Overland Riders intounrestrained peals of laughter. Henry, who had been out of sight ever since the arrival of the two men, had ambled into camp observed only by Emma Dean who hugged herselfdelightedly when she saw the bear's intention. A yell from Chet Ainsworth when he felt the hot breath of the beast onhis neck, as Henry sniffed at it, brought every one, including Chet, totheir feet. Tobe Skinner whipped out his revolver and would have firedat the animal had not Tom Gray gripped his wrist. "He's tame. Don't be frightened, " soothed Hippy. "All the animals in ourmenagerie are halter-broken and milk-fed. Sit down. Go away, Henry! Thegentleman's nerves are a little upset after his sprint with WillyHorse. " Mr. Ainsworth sat down, but the guide did not do so until Mrs. Shaftohad called off her animal and made him lie down. "That was the voice of nature whispering to you, Mr. Ainsworth, "suggested Emma demurely. "Henry had a message for you. You should havelistened. Did you ever have the birds of the air, or the beasts or thetrees, tell you their secrets, sir?" Emma's face wore a seriousexpression. Chet and Tobe gazed at her with sagging jaws, then glanced at Hippy. Hippy Wingate tapped his own head with a finger and sighed. "They do get that way sometimes. We have others in our outfit who aresimilarly affected, " he said sadly. "So I have discovered, " articulated Ainsworth. "I reckon we'll begoing. " "Certainly not, " interjected Grace. "Don't mind Mr. Wingate. He too issomewhat queer at times. You will stay here to-night, both of you. Wecould not be so inhospitable as to permit you to start out at this hourof the night. In the morning you will have breakfast and, if you wish, an early start. " "Sure, " agreed Tom. "We have a lean-to that is not occupied. You canbunk in there. " "Thanks, but chain up that bear or I won't be responsible for whathappens. Think over my offer to-night, " he urged, turning to Hippy. "After you have slept over it you will see that it is to your bestinterests to accept. " "Thanks, " answered Hippy. "Good-night. " After the visitors and the Overland girls had turned in, and thecampfire was fixed for the night, Tom and Hippy had a confidential talk, their visitor and his proposals being the subject of the discussion;then they too sought their browse-beds. Yells and a shot, punctuated by screeches from Joe Shafto, awakened allhands in the gray of the early morning. "Is it peace, or is it war again?" mumbled Anne, sitting up and rubbingher eyes sleepily. "It certainly does sound like war, but I think it is only the beginningof it, " answered Grace, hurriedly throwing on her clothes and runningout to see what the uproar was about. What she saw caused Grace and hercompanions, who had followed her out, to utter gasps of amazement. CHAPTER XXI A WISE OLD OWL "What's the trouble, Tom? Oh, stop them!" cried Grace. "Let her finish it, " answered Tom briefly. "Sick 'em, Henry!" shouted Hippy Wingate, who saw the black bear humpinghimself across the camp, not yet having discovered what the uproar wasabout. "What's this? What's this?" he cried, suddenly comprehending. Tobe Skinner, with streaming face which Joe Shafto had hit with a pot ofhot coffee, was sprinting for the timber, after having taken a shot atthe bear with his revolver. Following him came Chet Ainsworth puffingand raging, with Henry on his hind legs in close pursuit, makingfrequent swings with his powerful arms and soundly boxing the head ofthe fleeing man, and Joe Shafto prodding the bear to urge him on tofurther effort. Neither Tom nor Hippy made a move to interfere, but Grace sped forwardand placed a firm hand on the forest woman's arm. "Stop him!" commanded Grace sternly. "Stop him, I say! He will kill theman. " "Serve the houn' right if the bear did. I'll larn 'em to mind theirbusiness, the sarpints! Henry!" A sharp rap over the bear's shoulderslowed the animal down. A second tap brought him to all fours, with hismistress's hand fastened in the hair of his head. "That'll do, Hen. These soft-hearted folk ain't goin' to let ye chaw thegentleman up to-day, but, if ever I set eyes on either of the scum agin, I'll give the varmints what's comin' to 'em, and I'll do it sudden-like, and I'll do it so it stays done, and there won't be nobody to stop menext time. If ye don't believe it, jest give me the chance. And to thinkI had to waste a perfectly good pot of coffee on that timber-robber'shead. He's a skin and a tight-wad, and I'll bet my month's wage that herobs the birds of their eggs to save the price of keepin' a hen of hisown. " "Please! Please, " begged Grace laughingly. "Which one of the pair do youmean?" "Both of 'em. They ain't here for no good. Wait till I tell ye what theydid and ye'll see--" "Just a moment. Tell it to all of us, " urged Grace, leading the iratewoman and her tame bear up to her companions. "Why did you stop them, Grace?" growled Hippy. "First fun we've hadsince Emma discovered the animal under the table. What's the joke, olddear?" The forest woman was so angry over her recent experience that she forgotto chide Hippy for his familiarity. "Matter? Matter enough. As I was sayin' to Miss Gray, them varmintsain't here for no good, and ye ain't heard the last of 'em by a longshot. They'll be back. Take Joe Shafto's word for that, and they won'tbe back alone, 'cause they're too big cowards. Yaller streaks in both of'em. I'll bet the pair of 'em was trying to get this timber lot awayfrom ye. Don't ye have no dealin's with 'em. Don't want no truck withthem kind of cattle, and I'll tell ye right now that if they show theiryaller faces 'round here agin, I'll set my Henry on 'em for keeps. " Mrs. Shafto gasped for breath preparatory to entering on a fresh tirade, whenTom Gray, embracing the opportunity, got in a question. "Suppose you tell us what the row was about. What was it?" he asked. "The varmints tried to bribe me, that's what. " "Bribe you!" exclaimed the Overlanders in chorus. "That's what I said. " "Why didn't you take it?" demanded Hippy. "That was easy money. " "To do what?" questioned Elfreda, her professional interest instantlyaroused. "To find out what ye paid for the section and just what ye opined ye'ddo with it. They reckon ye're holdin' it on 'spec' and that they kin gitit fer a little mor'n ye paid for it. If they can't do that, I opinedfrom what the varmints said, that they'd git the property some otherway. Wanted me to find out just what yer plans was and to writ' 'em downand leave 'em in a holler log up next the dam above the one ye'rebuildin'. " "What did you say to that?" questioned Elfreda. "I sicked Henry on 'em and soaked the guide feller with part of thebreakfast. I'd a done a heap more if I'd had the time. " "How much did they offer you?" inquired Emma interestedly. "Two dollars and a half, and said they'd leave as much more after theygot what they wanted. " "Two dollars and a half!" exclaimed Hippy. "And you refused two dollarsand a half? Why, old dear, that's a fortune. I am amazed that theyshould have been so liberal. Positively reckless, I should say. Discardsuch riches? It is unbelievable. " "When were they to call for this information?" questioned Miss Briggs. "They didn't say. I was to leave it there, that's all, " growled Joe, stalking to her breakfast fire and resuming her operations there. "Would it not be a good plan to have Willy Horse watch the log and seeif he can give our 'friends' a scare?" asked Grace. "Yes, but Willy is inclined to be violent, " laughed Tom. "You saw whathappened to Ainsworth and his guide when they sneaked up to our camplast night, didn't you? Next time the Indian might do something rash. What do we care, who or what? The property is ours and we are goingahead with our plans. We shall soon put in a portable mill at the mouthof the river, float our logs down and saw them there where the lakesteamers can pick up the lumber. Let the disappointed ones rage if theywish. " The forest woman, having pressed the dents out of her damaged coffee potand prepared a fresh supply of coffee, now summoned the Overlanders tobreakfast, which was a somewhat hurried meal, for Tom and Hippy wereeager to get out to direct the work on their dam, which already wasmoving along satisfactorily, and which they hoped to finish in aboutanother week. Following breakfast, the girls saddled their ponies, packed luncheons intheir mess kits and started down the river for a day's outing bythemselves, leaving Joe Shafto at home. The party returned just beforedark, Elfreda Briggs proudly exhibiting a duck that she had shot on thelower river. After supper, for which all hands had keen appetites, Hippyannounced that Willy Horse had been appointed official hunter for thelumber outfit at seventy-five dollars a month, which meant riches to theIndian. It would be Willy's duty to provide fresh meat for thelumberjacks. Added to this, the Indian would shoot wolves and collectthe bounty, and, when not otherwise engaged, act as the faithfulwatchdog for the Overland Riders. "You Big Friend, " was Willy's only comment when informed of his new job, but they observed that he puffed more vigorously at his pipe, and gazedmore intently into the fire than usual. "Do you see things in the fire?" questioned Emma, sitting down by theIndian. He nodded. "Tell me what you see, " she urged in a confidential tone. "See white girl fly like bird. " The girls broke into a merry peal of laughter. "He has your measure, " laughed Tom. "See owl up tree. Mebby come see white girls, " added the Indian, andthen, to their amazement, the raucous voice of an owl was heard in thebranches high above their heads. The owl continued his hoarse nightsong, the Overland girls interestedly watching Emma Dean's raptexpression as she listened. "He is trying to say something, " she half-whispered, holding up a handfor silence. "He is speaking, perhaps, of the mysteries of theuniverse--our immediate universe. " "Yus-s-s-s, " observed Hippy solemnly. "Tell me, I prithee, littlebird-woman, what is the wise old owl saying? Has he a message for me?" "Yes. And I can tell you what it is. He says, 'you simp, you simp, yousimp, you simp-simp. ' Interpreted freely, this means, in addition to thetruth of the owl's wise assertion, that you have gathered all theingredients of a calamity, but you don't know it. Beware, Hippy Wingate, of dire things to come!" finished Emma, amid a shout of laughter. TheIndian puffed on his pipe in stolid silence. CHAPTER XXII WHEN THE DAM WENT OUT In the two weeks that had passed since Wingate & Gray started theiroperations on the Little Big Branch, wonders had been accomplished. Amodern camp for the lumberjacks had been constructed, and the dam hadbeen completed to the extent of permitting them to close the gates andlet water accumulate there. On the day that marked the completion of the work, the Overland girlsarranged to show their appreciation of what the jacks had done by givingthem a surprise party. This party, first suggested as a dinner, aftermuch discussion was changed to an old-fashioned dancing party, which thegirls thought the men would enjoy more than they would a dinner. Just before they sat down to their supper, the lumberjacks were"tipped" to finish the meal as quickly as possible and slick themselvesup, because the Overland party was coming over to call, and Captain Grayto give them a brief "spiel, " as Hippy expressed it in telling the mento get ready. The jacks received the word without comment; in fact theyreceived it somewhat sullenly. Hippy, however, knew the lumberjacktribe by this time--knew their peculiar ways--and told the girls to goahead with their plans. Darkness had settled over the Big North Woods when Hippy rallied hisflock for the party, each girl spruced up for the occasion, Emma Dean'sface wreathed in smiles in anticipation of the good time that was inprospect. The only member of the outfit who remained behind was theforest woman, who flatly refused to associate with "them varmints, "meaning the lumberjacks. Henry, laboring under no such scruples, followed the Overlanders as they set out for the lumberjacks' shack. Any unusual activity, especially one that gave promise of food, instantly aroused Henry's curiosity, so, in this instance, he was closeat the heels of the party when they filed into the bunk-house, where henosed about smelling of the bunks, of the tables and sniffing the air, following which he sat down where he could command a view of the entireroom. The lumberjacks shook hands awkwardly with their guests, except thatSpike merely made a move to do so, then quickly withdrew his hand andshoved it into the pocket of his Mackinaw. Hippy acted as master ofceremonies, and, after waving jacks and guests to seats, cleared histhroat, and made a complimentary speech. "Captain Gray got stage fright at the last minute and told me that Imust tell you what he wished you to know, " he said. "I'm not going tomake a speech, but what I am to say is, that when we get through withthis job Mr. Gray and myself have decided to declare a dividend. Thatis, we are going to give each one of you men who started out with us, and who have done such fine, loyal work, a good-sized cash bonus. Iperhaps don't need to tell you that I never made a speech in my life--somy friends say--but money is a loud talker; so, at the end of theseason, we'll let money tell you how much we appreciate the good workyou fellows have done. " Henry, who sat blinking at Lieutenant Wingate, at this juncture rolledover, and, curling up, went to sleep. "You see, " cried Hippy. "Even the bear goes to sleep when I talk. " Themen gave three cheers for Wingate & Gray, and three more for theOverland girls. "Help us get these tables out of the way, you fellows. We are going to have some music. Speech making is ended. " Nora Wingate was already conferring with the "fiddler. " Then, as thetables were moved to one side, Nora launched into a lively song that shehad sung to the doughboys in France, the fiddler accompanying her on hisviolin. There were rough spots in the fiddling, but these Nora submergedin the great volume of her fine contralto voice. The song finished, themen howled for more and stamped on the floor. Nora sang again. "We will now have a dance, " announced Grace. "You boys will please actnatural, and for goodness sake don't step on our toes with those hob-nailboots. Choose your partners. " Not a jack moved. "Help me haul 'em out, Tom, " cried Hippy, yanking a big Canadian to thefloor and standing him up beside Nora Wingate. Tom did a similar servicefor another one, and in a few seconds five lumberjacks, red of face, shifting uneasily on their feet, were standing beside their partners onthe dance floor. "Hit it up, Mr. Fiddler, " called Tom, whereupon the fiddler began sawingthe strings of his violin and calling off for the dance, a square dance, and soon the crash of hob-nail boots on the board floor made the shacktremble, the fiddler beating time with his foot. Had it not been that the Overland girls knew the dance they never couldhave followed the fiddler's calls. "Shinny on the corners, " "Gents all forw'd, " "Sling yer pardner, " "Upand down the travoy, " "Dozey-dozey, " "Smash 'em on the finish, " was theway he called off, the latter call bringing the feet of the lumberjacksdown in a series of bangs that threatened the collapse of the floor. Outside, hovering over a little Indian fire, Willy Horse smokedstolidly, his ears attuned, not to the music and the shuffling feet, butto the sounds of nature, and to sounds that did not belong in nature'sscheme of things. "Let's have a waltz, " cried Hippy exuberantly. Grace shook her head. "No waltzes, " she answered. "Square dances will do very well. Thedancing is rough enough as it is without our being spun to dizziness, "she added in a lower tone. "What do you want, Hippy Wingate?" demanded Anne. "This surely is roughenough work, isn't it? The fellows are doing the best they can, but theyare not used to dancing with women. It is a great party, just the same. " "Can't be beat, " agreed Hippy. "I think Willy is trying to attract your attention, " interrupted MissBriggs, as she swept past Hippy in the dance. Glancing towards the door, Lieutenant Wingate saw the Indian framed inthe open doorway. Willy Horse made no sign, but his intent gaze was fullof meaning. Hippy strolled leisurely to the door. "Evening, Willy. Come in and have a dance or something to eat, " greetedHippy cordially. In a lower tone he asked, "Anything wrong?" "Mebby! You come. No speak here. " The Indian turned away, and Hippy followed him casually until well outof sight of the dancers. "Now what is wrong?" demanded the Overland Rider in a brisk tone. "You hear big noise?" Hippy shook his head. "Can't hear anything above the smashing of the lumberjacks' boots. " "Me hear. Big noise up river--boom--boom--boom! Listen! What you hear?" "It sounds like wind in the tops of the trees, " answered Hippy after amoment of listening. "No wind. Willy know. " "What is it, then?" "Water! Dam up-river go out. Water come down! Mebby logs come down, too!" "What! The dam built by the timber-thieves? It isn't possible. There isnot enough water in the dam to cause the roar I hear. " "Plenty water. You fix gates so dam fill up. You know. " "That's so. " Hippy ran down to the river to listen, still doubtingWilly's assertion that the timber-thieves' dam had burst out. The Indian had followed and stood silently beside his listeningcompanion, his own ears listening to the distant murmur. Willy, however, did not need to listen. He knew! "I don't believe it is water that we hear, " muttered Lieutenant Wingate. "Him water, " muttered the Indian. "Moon come up. Good!" The moon at full, after being hidden from view for nearly a week, roseabove the tops of the trees, thinning the darkness that lay heavy on theriver, the full light not yet having reached the Little Big Branch atthat point. Hippy shaded his straining eyes and gazed upstream. Allseemed peaceful in that direction, but he suddenly realized that thesound he had heard was increasing in volume. He could now hear asuccession of hollow reports, the meaning of which he could not fathom. He asked his companion what it meant. "Logs him jump up in water. Knock together and make big noise. " Hippy suddenly visualized the scene that the Indian's brief words hadpictured. "Watch it! I'm going for help!" cried Hippy, sprinting for the shack. Ashe neared it the familiar sounds of the earlier evening greeted hisears. The fiddler was still sawing away; the bang of hob-nailed shoes onthe floor of the shack resounded rhythmically, and Hippy thought, as heran, of the weariness that the Overland girls must feel after theirstrenuous evening of constant dancing with the rough and readylumberjacks who knew neither fatigue for themselves nor for theirentertainers. Reaching the doorway, Hippy caught Tom Gray's eye and beckoned to him. "Yes?" questioned Tom eagerly as he stepped over to Lieutenant Wingate. "Willy says the dam has gone out. I can't tell whether it has or not, but it sounds that way. " "What dam?" demanded Tom Gray. "That up-river dam of the timber-pirates. You remember we shut the gatesto keep the water below it low while we were driving the spiles for ourdam. " Tom ran out into the open and stood listening. A moment of it was allthat was necessary to tell him what had happened. "Quick! The gates. We must get our gates open or we're lost!" The two men sprinted for the river, Tom in the lead, Hippy a closesecond. He wondered why he had not thought of the gates, and chidedhimself for his stupidity. "Come fast!" called Willy, referring to the rushing flood that now hadbecome a sullen roar. "Call out the jacks. Hurry!" ordered Tom. Willy flashed away. Tom paused only for an instant to listen andestimate how much time they had before the flood would be upon them. "Are you game for it, Hippy?" he demanded. "For what?" "To help me get the gates up?" "Yes. " "Come on then, and watch your footing, " shouted Tom, running out on thetop log that formed the cap on top of the spiles. The footing wasslippery, but not ordinarily perilous. Now, in the face of that whichwas hurtling down upon them, their undertaking was a desperate one. Neither had on his spiked boots, which, in a measure, would have aidedthem in keeping their footing, and they slipped and stumbled, andsprawled on all fours again and again. Being so familiar with the operation of the gates that they had plannedand built, they had no difficulty in finding the gate-levers, but thesewere heavy, necessarily so, operating somewhat after the manner of asweep in an old-fashioned well. Tom and Hippy threw themselves upon one of the two big levers thatoperated the gates, and began tugging with all their strength. In themeantime Willy Horse had reached the lumberjacks' bunk-house. "Dam go out! Water come down!" he shouted to make himself heard. "BigBoss say come quick. " The fiddler ceased playing, and the dancers gazed at the Indian, notfully understanding. "Water come down! Come quick! Run!" This time they understood. Uttering a shout the jacks burst out throughthe narrow doorway, and ran for the river, followed by the Overlandgirls on flying feet, and meeting Joe Shafto on the way to the scene ofthe disaster. CHAPTER XXIII THE RIOT OF THE LOGS "We'll have to be quick!" shouted Tom to make himself heard above theroaring of the waters. "Beardown hard!" "I can't. I'm slipping!" gasped Hippy. "The gates are moving! Keep it up!" The two men struggled and fought, gaining a few inches at a time but notenough to permit the jam of logs that was rushing down the stream topass through the gates in the flood. At this juncture the Overland girls and the jacks came running down thebank. They saw the two men struggling with the gates, and at the sameinstant they saw something else. In the reflected light of the moon, they saw a white crest sweeping around a bend in the river, hurling logsinto the air, which came tumbling and shooting ahead like huge blackprojectiles. A warning scream from the girls was unheard by either ofthe struggling men. A dozen lumberjacks leaped to the cap-log to go tothe assistance of Tom and Hippy, who they knew were in great peril. "Come back! Boys, come back! You can't help them now, " cried Grace in anagony of apprehension. "The fools! Why don't they run?" raged Joe Shafto, and the pet beargrowled in sympathy with her at the unusual sounds. It was a terrifying moment for those who could do no more than standhelplessly watching. The jacks by this time were well out on thecap-log, with Willy Horse in the lead and red-headed Spike close at hisheels. They were suddenly halted by a report that sounded like anexplosion of heavy artillery. An advance log, rushing straight towards the gates, swerved when withina few feet of them, and, rearing half its dripping length, hurled itselfagainst the gate-lever at which Hippy and Tom were tugging. Both saw the giant rise from the boiling flood. "Too late! Save your--" Tom did not finish. Hippy and Tom at thatinstant were catapulted into the air, hurled by the gate-lever, and fellinto the river below the dam with a splash. Without an instant's hesitation, Willy Horse, followed by Spike, leapedto the rescue, knowing well that only a few seconds lay between them andthe cataract of logs that was about to tumble over into the Little BigBranch below the dam. The rest of the jacks hesitated only for an instant, then they tooleaped into the river and made their way towards Tom and Hippy, both ofwhom were unconscious. Willy Horse grabbed up Hippy with apparent ease, and raised him to his own back just as he would shoulder a dead deer. "Git Big Boss!" he shouted, and began struggling shoreward with hisburden. In the meantime Spike had sprung to Tom Gray, but despite his greatstrength he did not succeed in shouldering Tom. "Give a hand here!" he bellowed. The lumberjacks reached him at this juncture and, together, Spike andhis companions brought the unconscious man towards the shore. Then the spiling gave way under the strain that for several minutes hadbeen put upon it, and the dam went out with a crash and a roar, accompanied by a series of terrifying explosions. It would have been an awesome sight to the Overland Riders had not theirattention, at that moment, been centered on the lumberjacks. The jacksreached the shore only a few seconds before the structure gave way andthe logs, hurtled into the air, fell splashing into the flood below thedam. Hippy and Tom were borne up the bank and laid on the ground. "Are--are they dead?" gasped Emma. "No, " answered Miss Briggs, who had placed a finger on the pulse ofeach. "Please carry them to the bunk-house, " directed Grace in a strainedvoice, after Willy Horse had run quick fingers over the heads of the twovictims. "Big Friends bump heads! Much all right soon, mebby, " he grunted, walking along beside Hippy as the jacks started with him and Tom towardsthe house. It was but a short time after their arrival there, however, when bothregained consciousness. Neither Tom nor Hippy knew whether they had beenhit by the log that struck the gate-lever, or whether they had been madeunconscious by their fall into the water. Both came to in a severe chilland were put to bed in the bunk-house, warmed with hot drinks andblankets, and soothed until they fell asleep. The lumberjacks stood about awkwardly, and the Indian hovered near, hisstolid face reflecting no emotion. Spike was the only jack present whoapparently was indifferent to the scene. At midnight Willy motioned tothe girls to go. "Me watch. Big Friends wake up morning. No sick, " he said. "Willy's suggestion is a good one, " agreed Elfreda. "There is little thematter with either except shock and exhaustion. Let's go!" Grace nodded. "Boys, we thank you very much, " she said, turning to the lumberjacks. "Mr. Wingate and Mr. Gray would have lost their lives had it not been, for you and Willy. They will not forget. Neither shall we. Good-night. " At dawn when Hippy awakened, Willy Horse was still sitting by him, puffing his pipe. "Dam go out, " observed the Indian between puffs. "So I heard it rumored, " yawned Hippy. "Big Friend go out. " "Seems to me that I heard something about that too. How is CaptainGray?" "Other Big Friend all right. " "Are the jacks awake?" asked Hippy. "Git up now. " "Tell them to come here. " When the half-dressed lumberjacks came over to his cot, Hippy eyed themsternly. "You're a fine bunch of ladies' men, aren't you? Dance the lightfantastic while your bosses are trying to save the dam. " The jacks grinned sheepishly. "What are you loafing around here for? Why don't you get out and startwork on a new dam? You needn't think a little thing like a busted dam isgoing to stop Wingate & Gray. Go on now! You know what to do. We two arethe only ones who've got a right to be lazy this morning. Wait amoment! Come back here!" commanded Hippy as his men started to go away. "I take back what I said. You aren't ladies' men at all. You are a bunchof confounded rough-necks. Shake paws!" Hippy put out a hand, but wassorry for it afterwards, for the bear-like grips of the lumberjacksleft it a "pulp, " as Hippy Wingate expressed it. Work on a new dam was begun that very day. Tom and Hippy, though lameand sore, and, at odd moments, a little dizzy, were at the dam all daylong directing the work of clearing away the wreck while part of theirforce cut fresh spiles in the woods. The lumberjacks, wet to the skin, worked with tremendous force and to good purpose, for the organizationthat Tom Gray had developed and systematized, was as near a perfectlyworking machine as it was humanly possible to make it. Day after day the work progressed, but despite their best endeavors twoweeks and a half had passed before the gates were again lowered to testthe new dam's power to resist a full head of water. Several days morewere required to fill the dam until the surplus water toppled over the"dashboard. " For another twenty-four hours the dam was watched for indications ofweakness, but none developed. Now that the big work was completed Tomand Hippy journeyed to the wrecked dam of the timber-pirates. Theyexamined what was left of it with great care. Finishing theirinvestigation, the two men looked at each other with eyes full ofmeaning. "Well, what do you think of it?" questioned Hippy. "I think, Hip, that it was something more than structural weakness thatcaused this dam to go out, " answered Tom. "What do you think did it--I mean how was it done?" wondered LieutenantWingate. "Dynamite!" The word came out with explosive force. "The pirates don'tlike our presence here, so thought they would put us out of business. They didn't know us, did they, Hippy?" "No. I wonder what they will think now--or do?" "Nothing in the way of damaging our property, for we shall have ourworks watched after this. They might blow the upper dam, of course, butthere are no logs being held there and the water would simply flow overour construction without doing damage. We must tell Willy what wesuspect and assign him to guard duty. An Indian can sleep and yet be onwatch. " "Like Hindenburg, who always sleeps with one ear awake, " suggestedHippy. "But never hears anything with it, " laughed Tom. "We'll see. " Later in the day when Tom spoke confidentially with the Indian aboutwhat the Overlanders suspected, Willy evinced no surprise. He nodded inagreement with Tom that the new dam must be guarded. It was. Willy slept near it in a lean-to down near the river. Forseveral nights nothing occurred to indicate that there was anyone withinmiles of the camp. By day Willy hunted, often not coming in until afterdark. It was on a Saturday night, however, that Willy failed to reachcamp until nearly midnight. On his back he bore the carcass of a youngdeer that he had shot and dressed miles from the Overland headquarterson the bank of the Little Big Branch. He was nearly in when suddenly heraised his body to an erect position, listened for a few seconds, thendropped his burden and sprinted for home. The Overlanders long since had turned in and the lumberjacks were intheir bunks, comfortable, and as happy as a lumberjack permits himselfto be, when suddenly their bunk-house seemed to be lifted free of theground. It swayed and trembled as a terrific crash rent the air. Thetepee toppled over at the same instant, leaving the Overland girls lyingin the open. Tom and Hippy, at the time asleep in their lean-to, whichwas a few yards nearer the river, never were able to decide whether theyhad been hurled from their beds or had leaped out before they were fullyawake. At least, they found themselves outdoors, and some yards from thelean-to. "For the love of Mike, what now?" gasped Hippy. Hindenburg was running about in circles, uttering dismal howls, and thepet bear was scrambling for the top of the highest tree in his vicinity. "It's the dam!" shouted Tom Gray. "They've got us this time!" growledTom, starting down the bank, followed by Hippy and the yowling bull pup. Hippy saw a figure running from the bank of the river a little furtherupstream. It was a man, and he was running in short hops, as if he wereusing a stick or cane to assist him in covering ground rapidly. Behind the fleeing man Tom and Hippy discovered a second figure. It wasWilly Horse. The first figure, as the two Overlanders started for him ata run, had dashed out over the broken and bent spiles of the dam, hopping from one spile to another with remarkable agility, with WillyHorse in close pursuit. The hopping man, reaching the end of the spiles at the middle of thedam, halted, hesitated, and the Indian was upon him. "It's Peg Tatem!" cried Hippy. "He's the scoundrel who did this thing. " A knife in Peg's hand flashed in the moonlight, another appearing in thehand of the Indian, and out there on their precarious footing the menstood, thrusting and parrying, with their two-edged blades, watched withbreathless interest by the entire Overland party, who had rushed to theriver's edge. A sudden uproar was heard in the direction of the bunk-house. Thelumberjacks having discovered that a fight was in progress were runningtowards the river to see if they too could not get into the fray, for alumberjack loves nothing in the world so violently as he loves a fight. "Keep out of it!" ordered Tom as he saw that the jacks were headed forthe path that Peg and Willy had taken. "Tom! Do something!" begged Grace. "Don't let those two men kill eachother. " "We can do nothing. Even to call to Willy would take his attention fromthe battle. You know what that would mean. " "Oh-h-h-h-h!" moaned Emma, toppling over in a faint. "Oh, Heavens! Look!" wailed Anne. One of the combatants staggered and swayed. An arm was thrust out athim, but the blade that had been driven against him did not flash inthe moonlight, for the body of the wielder was between it and thespectators. Even the jacks stood silent, they having halted at TomGray's command, but their breathing was heavily audible. "He's killed! It's Peg!" cried Grace. The Indian's victim, following the last thrust, had toppled over intothe river below the dam. With a bound, Willy Horse cleared the spilingand leaped to the river bed to finish his victim. "Willy! Stop!" Grace Harlowe's voice rang out shrill and penetrating, asWilly, the savage instincts of his race having taken possession of hissoul, raised his knife-hand above Peg Tatem, who lay on his back on theriver-bed. CHAPTER XXIV CHRISTMAS IN THE BIG WOODS Willy Horse, brought suddenly to his senses by Grace's scream, hesitated, got slowly to his feet, and stood narrowly watching hisopponent who lay, nearly covered with water, moaning faintly. There wasferociousness in the heart of the Indian, but Grace's voice had stayedhis hand. Lumber-jacks, with Tom and Hippy, had plunged into the shallow streamthe instant that Grace cried out, and were running towards Willy, nowstanding calmly awaiting them. "Did you kill him?" shouted Hippy. "No kill. Mebby kill bymeby, " answered Willy Horse briefly as Tom andHippy came puffing up to him. "You have done enough. Let him alone!" commanded Tom, lifting the headand shoulders of the wounded man. "Fellows, carry this man ashore, butdon't hurt him!" Emma, having regained consciousness, was assisted up the bank by Anneand Nora, while Peg was being taken to the bunk-house by thelumberjacks. Elfreda, after a brief examination, did not believe thatPeg's wound would prove fatal, but Hippy advised her not to tell theforeman of Section Forty-three of this, saying that he wished to makethe man talk, which Peg probably would not do were he to think that hiswounds were trivial. The lumberjacks were ugly, and, had they had their way, they would havepromptly finished the job begun by Willy Horse, believing, as they did, that Peg Tatem was responsible for the present and previous disastersthat had befallen the Overland Riders in the Big North Woods. Peg Tatem regained consciousness after Elfreda and Tom had worked overhim for more than an hour. "Did the Redskin git me?" he demanded weakly. "You're right he did, " agreed Hippy. "You might as well tell us allabout it now before it is too late. We know what you have done, andthat's good and plenty, but you are now going to make a confession andswear to it. " Peg went into a violent rage at the suggestion and pounded the cot withhis wooden leg until he was exhausted. Waiting until the fellow hadquieted down, Hippy then informed him that in case he recovered, and hadnot confessed, they would see to it that he went to prison for a longterm. After hours of urging, the foreman of Section Forty-three gave inand made a full confession. Elfreda wrote down his statement and madePeg swear to it, after Hippy had promised that, in the event of hisrecovery, there would be no prosecution. Tatem declared that he had acted wholly under the orders of HiramDusenbery, of the Dusenbery Lumber Company; that it was his jacks whohad turned the skidway loose on the Overland camp, and that it was Tatemhimself, acting under orders, who had dynamited the big pine and tumbledit over on the Overlanders. He said that Dusenbery and Chet Ainsworthwere partners in the business of timber-stealing, and that thedynamiting was Ainsworth's scheme. "Why did they wish to be rid of us?" asked Miss Briggs. "They reckoned they'd spoil yer game. T'other reason was that theywanted this 'ere section fer themselves. " "Good! We will send both to jail, " promised Elfreda. "Now what I wishare the names of witnesses who can verify at least part of your story. " After some thought Peg named several lumberjacks, fellows who were stillin the employ of the Dusenbery Company. The Overlanders then ceasedtheir questioning to give Peg a much-needed rest, and left him in thecare of two jacks, with the reminder that they would be held fullyaccountable for the safety and good care of the prisoner. Willy Horse was started that night for the nearest fire warden'sstation, there to have the warden telephone for a doctor, and also forthe sheriff of the county, as it was thought best to hold Tatem as amaterial witness. The doctor and sheriff arrived late next day. Peg'sinjuries were found to be quite serious, and it was a full week laterbefore he could be moved to the county jail where he was a prisonerunder treatment for two more weeks. Hippy accompanied Peg, and while at the county seat swore out warrantsfor Dusenbery and Chet Ainsworth. At the December term of court both menwere found guilty and sentenced to serve terms in prison. Peg Tatem, according to agreement with the complainants, was released and advisedto seek other fields, which he did. In the meantime a new dam had been built by Tom and Hippy, and a sawmillestablished twenty-five miles further down the river. The sounds of the"swampers'" axes and the "saw-gangs" were now heard in the forest fromdaylight until dark, where huge logs were being felled, trimmed, skidded and rolled down into the new dam, to be "boomed, " and releasedafter every thaw in early spring, and sent on their way to the mill. The Overland girls still lingered. After some discussion they haddecided to remain in the woods until after Christmas. By Christmas timethe ground and the trees were white with snow, and Tom closed his"cruising" for the season. Willy Horse was absent much of the time, trapping for himself and hunting game for the table of the lumberjacks. The girls were now living in a real log cabin which the jacks, hearingthem express a wish that they might have one, had built. Logs blazed inthe fireplace, and there the Overland girls, after long hikes in theforest, and occasional rides on their ponies, spent many happy hours. At Nora's suggestion, an elaborate Christmas celebration, including aChristmas tree, was planned by the girls for the jacks and themselves. Tom, obliged to go to St. Paul on business, more than a week's journeyin itself, was commissioned to purchase the supplies and Christmas giftsfor the celebration, and returned in a sleigh from Bisbee's Corners, reaching the Overland camp by way of a new trail that his men had cut. He was a regular Santa Claus, except that he rode "behind mules insteadof reindeers, " as Emma Dean expressed it. Then began the realpreparations for Christmas, with many conferences in the log cabin. Two Christmas dinners were to be laid Christmas evening, one in the newmodern bunk-house that had been recently erected, where the old originalgang of lumberjacks and a few selected newcomers were then living. Manyadditional men had been taken on during the early part of the winterwhen the lumbering operations began on a large scale, and efforts weremade to instill into the new men the spirit of the Overland outfit, which the old men long since had absorbed. The great day arrived. The old and faithful jacks were to sit down withthe Overlanders to the spread that was in preparation all that day, JoeShafto, after much grumbling, laying aside her feud against alllumberjacks and helping the regular cook in his work of preparing thedinner. This was supervised by Grace and Elfreda, while their companionsattended to laying the tables and decorating the bunk-house with greensbrought in by the jacks. At seven o'clock that evening, the jacks, who had been put out of thenew bunk-house without ceremony, were told to enter. They thumped in, and gazed in amazement at the transformation of their home, at thefestoons of pine cones and greens, at the gaily colored lanterns, at thered, white, and blue candles on the table, and at the big American flagsuspended from the rafters at the lower end of the room. The girls disposed themselves about the table so that they might sitwith their guests. Hippy took the head of the table, with Spike, who wasknown by no other name, at his right. Grace had never been able tobanish the disagreeable impression that she felt on first setting eyeson the big red-haired lumberjack, and that feeling now seemed to takehold of her more strongly than ever as Spike, shoulders slouched forwardand eyes lowered, shuffled to the seat assigned to him. "Sit down!" ordered Hippy, and all hands sat, Tom taking the seat at thelower end of the table. There was real turkey, with cranberry sauce, squash, creamed onions, mashed potatoes, celery and a variety of other vegetables, brought fromthe city by Tom. Willy Horse acted as waiter, Mrs. Shafto declining tounbend to the extent of waiting on "them varmints. " "I'll fodder white folk, and I'll sling a bone to a bear or a bull pup, but no timber houn' of a lumberjack's goin' to git 'chuck' from thepaws of Joe Shafto, and that's the end of the argefyin', " she declared, challenging the girls with a threatening glare through her bighorn-rimmed spectacles. There were only a few jacks present, outside of the "original" crowd, asTom called them, all the others having a dinner of their own in the oldbunk-house. The "talk" at the table was mostly confined to the Overland Riders, their efforts to make conversation with their partners, thelumberjacks, eliciting little more than grunts. The jacks were busy, very busy, and when the time came for dessert, every platter and everyplate was empty. "Pudding! Fetch on the pudding, " cried Hippy. There followed a few moments of waiting while the girls were clearingthe table of used dishes, then Willy Horse was seen entering, bearing ahuge platter, on the platter a great mound of blazing plum pudding. The jacks gasped. "Fire!" yelled a lumberjack. Every jack in the room leaped to his feet and the next instant they wereblowing great, long-drawn breaths at the blue flame that, as theythought, was consuming something that was good to eat. With strongbreaths, and vigorous slaps from ham-like hands, they soon put out the"fire, " Willy Horse, in a rage, kicking out with his feet at every shinwithin reach. The Overland Riders were convulsed with laughter, as thejacks solemnly filed back to their seats at the table. "That's plum pudding, you poor fish!" groaned Hippy. "Ain't nothin' now, " grumbled Spike. "Purty nigh burned up. " Grace composed her face and tried to explain that burning the plumpudding was an old English custom, and that, instead of destroying thepudding, it added to its flavor, but the jacks shook their heads, probably thinking that she was saying this to make sport of them. Afterthe pudding had been served, the jacks tasted it gingerly, then smackingtheir lips they quickly devoured it. Coffee and nuts followed, and themeal came to an end. "We will now view the Christmas tree, " announced Hippy. "Outside thereare millions of Christmas trees, all dolled up with fancy spangles, butthey aren't like this tree, as you will see. Pull the string, Emma!" A real Christmas tree was revealed as Emma Dean draped back the flag, atree decorated with lights and spangles, its branches bending low underthe weight of gifts. A beautiful repeating rifle for Willy Horse broughta grunt from the Red Man, but nothing more. From the base of the treeEmma then picked up a bag, opened it and advanced towards the table. "A little Christmas gift from Mr. Gray and Mr. Wingate, " she said, depositing a ten-dollar gold piece before each lumberjack. Theiramazement left them speechless. Some quickly slipped their gifts intotheir pockets, others merely sat and gazed at the shining pieces ofmetal for a moment before picking them up. "Fellows, this is not the bonus we promised you, " said Tom. "This is aChristmas present, just a little gift of appreciation on our part. Thereare socks and boots and other things on the tree for you, and when wehave gone you will divide the stuff equally between you. Spike, what'sthe matter?" he demanded. Spike had not touched his gold piece, but sat looking at it, drawing indeep labored breaths. "It's real, better grab while the grabbing is good, " urged Hippy. Spike shook his head and shoved both hands under the table. The Overland Riders saw instantly that the man was agitated. "If you don't wish to accept our gift, you need not do so, Spike, " saidTom. "We shan't lay it up against you if--" "It ain't that!" exploded the lumberjack. "Then what is it, old man?" questioned Hippy. Spike, rising awkwardly, swallowed hard several times and essayed tospeak. "Talk, if you feel like it. It will do you good, " urged Tom kindly. "It's 'cause I ain't fit ter touch it, that's why, " blurted Spike. "Yerwants me t' talk. I'll talk. I ain't fit 'cause I ain't fit, that's all. I'm a thief, and I'm a skallerwag, and I served a term in Joliet prison. I ain't never had nuthin' but kicks and cuffs and dodgin' perlice aforeI got inter this outfit. First off, I thought it was soft here--that yefolks was easy, but somehow it warn't. There was somethin' else in thekind o' treatment yer give me that I couldn't git through my haid. " The hair of Spike's head was now a bristling flame of red. "You're excited. Hook your canthook on the other side and stop the logfrom rolling before it mashes you flat, " advised Hippy. "I got ter talk now, and then I'll quit and git out fer good. I tookmoney fer ter do ye an inj'ry. I took it from that houn' Ainsworth. Iwas to tell him 'bout things that was goin' on here and--" A low, rumbling, menacing growl, at first coming, it seemed, from thevery boots of the lumberjacks, startled the Overland Riders. The growlsuddenly burst into an angry roar. Acting upon a common impulse, everyjack in the room sprang to his feet and made a savage rush for thered-headed Spike. "Sit down, you rough-necks!" bellowed Hippy Wingate. "This is Christmas. Sit down unless you want me to give you a clip on the jaw!" The jacks hesitated, drew back, then slouched to their seats, scowlingthreateningly. "It'd serve me right if ye fellers beat me up, " resumed Spike. "I'm nogood. I never was and I'm goin' ter quit onless ye fire me afore I'vegot through speakin', but I wants ye folks t' know that I throwed thatdirty money away, I did. It burned me like no money I ever filched did;it burned me inside and out and I slung it inter the river. I meant terdo ye a measly trick, ye folks, and I did, but I wants ye ter knowpartic'lar that Chet Ainsworth and that gang of his'n didn't git noinformation outer me. That's more'n I ever done for anybody afore. Ye'vetreated me white, ye have, Boss, " he said, looking at Tom, "andI've--I've--" Spike gulped and swallowed hard. "I've opined ter do yedirt. " Spike struggled for more words, and then, to the amazement of hisfellows, sank into his seat with tears rolling down his cheeks. A jack laughed. Hippy fixed him with a stern look. Tom Gray rosegravely. "Don't laugh, fellows, " he admonished. "You have seen one of your ownbare his soul, if you can understand what that means. It takes a braveman to do that, boys, a man of wonderful courage. I wonder how many ofyou would have the courage to do the same. I'll have more to say on thesubject of Spike in a moment. First, I want to thank you for yourloyalty to us. We could not have won out if you hadn't been loyal. Weare going to make money, as I have told you before, and you boys whohave helped to make it are going to get your share. " "Give 'em a little rough stuff. They'll understand that better than theydo this soul business, " suggested Hippy, and the jacks grinned. "As for Spike, he forgot to carry out his threat to resign--" resumedTom. "I quit, and I--" interrupted Spike, flushing hotly. "Sit down!" commanded Hippy, forcing him back into his seat, from whichSpike had started to rise. "Mr. Wingate and I have had several talks about affairs here, " resumedTom. "Among other things, we have decided that we have need of aforeman, a foreman who can get out the work with the new men--youfellows do not need a foreman--and carry out our orders in otherdirections. Before coming here for this little party, we had alreadydecided on a man for the job of foreman, and I, for one, am glad wepicked the man we did, but I want you boys to approve of ourappointment. What you say _goes_. Stand up!" commanded Tom Gray sternly, fixing his gaze on the red-headed jack, who, from sheer force of habit, obeyed that tone instantly. "There's the man I've picked, " announced Tom, pointing to Spike. A dead silence greeted the announcement, a silence broken only by theheavy breathing of the lumberjacks, and the shrill voice of Joe Shaftoback in the cook-house abusing Willy Horse. "What do you say, fellows?" urged Tom quietly. Something seeped slowly into the brain of those rough and readytwo-fisted lumbermen. To advance a confessed crook to foreman, a man whohad bargained to do a traitorous thing to his Big Boss--it was big, itwas unheard of in their rough lives. Even the girls of the Overlandparty, not one of whom had known of Tom's and Hippy's purpose, felt athrill, but no one spoke. "Well, fellows?" urged Tom gently. "_Yes!_" The word was uttered in a roar, a mighty roar that was heard inthe cook-house and by the lumberjacks at their Christmas dinner in theold bunk-house. Nora Wingate, carried away by her emotions, sprang to her feet and threwwide her arms. "Boys! Boys!" she cried almost hysterically. "You're rough, but you're men--loyal, splendid fellows, and I love you, every one of you!" Spike, with burning face, bolted for the door. "Come back here!" bellowed Hippy Wingate. "You've forgotten something, "pointing to the gold-piece that lay where Emma Dean had placed it beforeSpike's plate. "I never did see anyone so careless with money. " The red-headed lumberjack returned slowly, picked up the gold-piece andopened his mouth to speak, but no words came. "Never mind. Don't say it, " smiled Tom. "You may go now. " "Thankee, " mumbled Spike, and made a hurried exit. Reaching the door, hebroke into a run, never pausing until he had plunged deep into theforest, not to return until long after the jacks had turned in for thenight. Following the new foreman's departure the gifts for Overlanders andjacks were quickly distributed, and, half an hour later, on their way totheir own camp, the Overland Riders stepped out into the sparklingnight, where, as Hippy Wingate had said, every tree was a Christmastree, dressed with snapping reflected lights from the moonbeams on thesnowflakes. Elfreda Briggs called attention to a dark object at the topof a great pine. It was Henry--Henry in disgrace--Henry who had stolena turkey from the cook-house and felt the sting of his master's clubacross his sensitive nose. June and July disturbed the serenity of the night with two long-drawn, throaty brays. A snow-bird chirped in the foliage somewhere above the Overlanders. "What is the little birdie saying, Emma girl?" teased Hippy. "What is he saying?" answered Emma thoughtfully. "I think, Hippy, thathe is wishing us all a merry, merry Christmas and a happy, successfulnew year. " On the following morning Spike entered the office of the company whereTom Gray was at work on the books. "Boss, " he said, "it ain't right this thing that ye said last night. Ibeen sittin' out thar in the woods all night thinkin'--" "About being made foreman?" questioned Tom. "Yes. An' 'bout that other thing. When the fellers laughed an' ye said Iwas 'barin' my soul, ' I didn't have no such thing. But Cap'n! Out tharin the woods, an' God Almighty lookin' down and seein' me thar in themoonlight, I found one. Mebby ye told him to give it to me, but I gotit. I didn't un'erstan' then what ye meant. I do now, an' wanted ye toknow it. Cap'n! I got er soul!" Without giving Tom Gray opportunity to make fitting reply, Spike squaredhis shoulders and shuffled out and called his gang together. Spike's confession and his new job worked a transformation in him. He nolonger wore the surly, hang-dog expression of former days; he walkedmore erectly and his gray eyes boldly met those of any person whoaddressed him. The manner in which the red-headed foreman drove the workalong throughout the winter, overcoming obstacles and winning andholding the respect of the men, confirmed the judgment of Tom and Hippythat Spike was the right man for the job. The girls of the Overland party, with Joe Shafto, Henry and the mules, started for home two days later, leaving Tom, Hippy and the bull pup toremain in the woods until spring. All that winter the big circular saws in the mill far down on the LittleBig Branch sang their way through millions of feet of huge logs, cuttingthem into lumber, and piling up profits for the firm of Wingate & Gray, while the jacks toiled and abused each other, and all bosses--especiallytheir own--and fought with the jacks from rival lumber camps until theend of the season. Each man then received a cash bonus that brought fromhim a gasp of amazement and a growl of appreciation. Willy Horse andmost of the "original" party of jacks were kept at work on the sectionall during the next summer, again to resume lumbering operations in theearly fall. The further adventures of the Overland Riders will be related in afollowing volume, entitled "Grace Harlowe's Overland Riders in the HighSierras, " the story of an eventful summer's outing. The hold-up of theRed Limited, the capture of an Overlander, strange adventures in theCrazy Lake section, the bowling game above the clouds, the battle withthe mountain bandits, and the solving of the mystery of Aerial Lake, make a story of unexcelled interest and swift action. THE END