TED went to bed a very happy boy, seeing nothing but the wonderful achievement of his fond dream. Hubert alone noted that the three men put their guns within reach of their hands when they lay down, and he alone heard Al Peters whisper:
"What if them fellows want to make trouble?"
The boy was glad to hear Buck answer: "Oh, shucks, there ain't spunk enough inthatbunch."
Some two hours later Buck saw reason to modify this contemptuous opinion, for July brought startling news. Climbing up into the sleeping-loft very quietly, the negro bent down over Peters, Jones and Hardy in turn, shaking each until assured that each was fully awake. Each grumbled sleepily, protesting and questioning. Not until all three stood up and peered at him in the dim light did July fully explain.
"Sorry to 'sturb you gen'l'mens," he apologized, "but it ain't safe to stay sleep in dis place to-night.I's scared dem mens out dere is fixin' to burn it down on you."
"What in the dickens made you wake us up to tell such a fool tale as that?" demanded Buck skeptically.
"I tellin' you de trufe," insisted July in an injured tone. "I was lookin' an' listenin' when Mr. James shook his fist at dis place an' says: 'Less burn 'em up—dat's de quick an' sure way.' Dem's his very words. I slipped up on 'em an' watched an' listened."
Peters and Jones looked at each other and then at Buck.
"Zack James is a fool anyhow and now that he's mad, his brains is plumb addled," said Buck in a disgusted tone. "Nothin' but talk. Jenkins wouldn't stand for it."
"Well, you better believe dem mens is gittin' ready to fight," insisted July. "Dey's tuck all de provisions an' put 'em wid dey guns behind a bunch o' permeters close by de big pine—you know de big pine—and dey got another fire built down dere. And dey's tuck all de boats an' hid 'em. I sneaked round an' watched 'em while dey was doin' it all."
This was serious. Buck made no further protest when Peters said:
"Boys, we'd better look out for ourselves."
"Dey's 'spectin' a fight," said July. "When I fust crawled up to listen Mr. Thatcher was a-sayin': 'If we got to be shot, we mought as well be shot right yuh in de swamp widout waitin' for de Gov'ment to do it.'"
"And what did Jenkins say?" asked Buck.
"I couldn't make out, but I think fum de signs dat he argued an' argued an' den give in to Mr. James an' them."
"Anyhow he won't let that fool James burn this place down on us."
"We'd better move out, though, and do it quick," said Jones. "Zack James may be drunk. I smelt whisky on him to-day."
"We've got four guns," remarked Peters.
An immediate move being agreed on, the boys were wakened. The guns and blankets were divided between the three white men, who also secured a few personal belongings which they kept in the sleeping-loft. The negro was told to give the boys any tins of salmon or sardines that he could find and to shoulder as large a load of raked upmoss as he could carry, after dropping it through the opening in the floor.
But before this was done, or any one had descended the ladder, Buck lay flat on the floor, thrust his head and shoulders through the opening and looked about. As he did so, he saw a man hurrying away—after listening beneath the loft, as it appeared. Buck then went half way down the ladder, gun in hand, and looked about more fully, noting that the old camp fire had burnt out and that a new one burned steadily some two hundred yards away at the point July had indicated, the upright figures of two men being visible within the circle of light.
"Come on, boys," he said softly, after a few moments.
Within fifteen minutes the move had been made in silence and without disturbance, even the moss being transferred to the chosen, grass-covered spot which was shut in on three sides by thick clumps of palmettos. Here they were amply screened both on the side looking toward the sleeping-loft, which was about a hundred yards away, and on the front looking toward the slackers' new camp fire, which was some two hundredyards distant. No upright figures were now seen within the circle of light, the alert slackers evidently having taken alarm and sought shelter behind their own "bunch o' permeters."
There was no moon, but myriads of stars rained soft light through the clear atmosphere, and, as the three white men took turns watching on the exposed side of their fireless camp, they were able to see every object distinctly for a considerable distance out among the scattered pines.
July shaped the pile of dry moss into a comfortable bed and Ted and Hubert lay down under blankets, as Buck insisted that they should do; but there was little sleep for anybody during the rest of that night. None of the white men lay down even while off sentinel duty. The three mostly sat in a group, watching, or listening, or softly discussing plans for the coming day.
At last morning slowly dawned, nothing of importance having occurred meanwhile. As soon as the growing light brought out distinctly the outlines of every familiar object on the island within reach of the eye, Buck stepped out into the open, gun in hand, faced the slackers' leafy fort, and called:
"Jenkins! Jenkins!"
In a few moments Jenkins, also carrying a gun, stepped into view.
"Well, Jenkins," shouted Buck, a sneer in his tone as well as in his words, "that nice little Sunday-school game of burnin' the roof over our heads didn't come off, after all. I reckon we was too quick for you."
"Now, Buck Hardy," cried Jenkins, "you ought to know I wouldn't stand for nothin' o' that sort."
"You're in with a bad crowd, Jenkins. Well, what do them yellow dogs in the bushes behind you aim to do?"
"I'druther see nothin' done. The whole thing is crazy. I say, let you fellows go out without any trouble. That's the only thing to do,Isay."
"But your yellow dogs don't agree, one of 'em 'specially—the one that wanted to burn us out. I know who he is, and I've a good mind to walk right over there and break every bone in his body."
There was a sudden rustling of the palmettos behind Jenkins that seemed to indicate preparation for war. Noting this, Peters and Jones leveled their guns through their own palmettos without exposing the muzzles to the view of the watchers in the opposite leafy fort. The two boys and the negro looked and listened with all their eyes and ears, their excitement now intense. But Buck Hardy stood in a careless pose, gun in hand, as before.
"Jenkins," he said, "if you've got any influence with Carter and Thatcher, talk to 'em. Then stack all your guns against that big pine. Thenwe'llstack our guns where you can see 'em. Then I'll walk over there empty-handed and wipe up the ground with Zack James. Let that settle it.I'llbe satisfied."
Jenkins had no time to speak, even if ready with a reply. The last word was hardly uttered when there came a flash from the green behind him, a loud report followed, and a bullet whistled by Buck Hardy's head.
Instantly Peters and Jones fired their guns. Then Jenkins leaped out of sight, and Buck, after firing where he stood, sought cover beside his friends.
The slackers promptly fired a volley from their green covert in response, the bullets rattlingthrough the palmettos and passing over the heads of the two seated boys.
"Lie down flat!" Buck commanded them.
"Here, nigger, take this extra gun and shoot," cried Peters, shoving it toward July with his left hand as he raised his own gun with his right.
July took the gun with a frightened air and a sickly smile, but prepared to obey.
Hubert flattened himself out on the grass and lay still, as ordered; but Ted, unable to endure such inaction, with its attendant inability to see what was going on, crawled quietly and unnoticed into the palmettos to the left of the men until he reached a point where, by resting on his elbows and cautiously parting the leafage in front of him, he could scan the open and see the green covert sheltering the enemy as it trembled under the shock of each volley fired into it.
"Aim low," he presently heard Buck say. "The only way to end it is to hit some of 'em."
"I wish we had an American flag to run up," thought Ted, as the next volley was fired.
A moment later he forgot this aspiration, as a cry of pain was heard from the slackers' covert.
"Somebody's hit!" cried Peters gaily.
Buck chuckled. Jones laughed aloud. Intense excitement reigned, mingled with a fierce exultation which Ted, as he realized afterward, fully shared.
The three white men and the negro fired again, and were raising their guns once more when Buck suddenly called a halt.
"Hold on," he said. "Looks like they've quit. And if they have, we'll quit, too."
All listened intently and looked cautiously forth. There were now noansweringshots. It was evident that the slackers had either "quit" or, as Peters suggested, were "hatching some mischief."
While keeping a wary eye on the open woods behind them, the watchful listeners waited for some sign from the silenced "fort," and presently it came. A white handkerchief rose on the end of a stick and fluttered above the clump of palmettos.
"Hello, there!" shouted Buck. "Is that you, Jenkins? It's got to be Jenkins, or we won't trust you."
"It's me," they heard the voice of Jenkins, rather fainter than it had been during the previous parley. "It's all over, Hardy. You've gotus. James and Thatcher have run—they're in the boats and gone by this time. Nobody here but me and Carter."
"Step out, then, and stack your guns."
"We're both hit, but I reckon we can do that much."
Jenkins came out of cover, limping, and stood his gun against the tree. Behind him came Carter, dragging his gun with one hand, his other arm hanging limp at his side.
"I reckon it's all right," said Buck. "But, July, you stay here and keep them boys till we make sure."
Then the three white men, holding their guns in readiness, walked across the open to investigate. Left alone with the boys, July suddenly began to laugh with all the abandon of the happiest of darkies.
"Dat sho was a grand fight," he assured the boys. "An' what you reckon, Cap'n Ted? Atter I shot once I wasn't scared. I des 'joyed myself shootin' at dem slackers an' list'nin' to de bullets rattlin' round us in dese permeters. I wouldn't 'a' believed it. I sho is a 'stonished nigger dis mawnin'."
July laughed ecstatically, and before the amused and pleased boys had spoken he continued:
"Look yuh, Cap'n Ted, maybe I won't haf to have des a cook's job in de army. Maybe I'd 'joy myself mo' still shootin' at dem Germans out o' one o' dem holes in de ground. If dey want to try me, I's willin'—I don' care how soon de Gov'ment put a rifle in my hands an' sick me on dem Germans!"
Then the grinning negro gave vent to his feelings in a prodigious and joyful yell—a sort of war whoop in advance.
"July, this is simplygreat!" cried Ted, full of enthusiasm as he beheld a soldier born for Uncle Sam in the most unexpected quarter. "And I'm not so very much surprised either; for I have heard old army men say that a great many good soldiers are afraid at first."
Then they heard Buck's shout that everything was "all right," and the two boys and the negro raced eagerly across the intervening space.
"July," ordered Buck, "bring a bucket of water and any old cloth you can find. And be quick."
Carter was seated with his back against a tree,his face very pale and his bared arm showing a deep flesh wound out of which came an alarming flow of blood. Jenkins, seated near, had uncovered a bleeding but much less serious flesh wound in the calf of his left leg.
"Zack James was at the bottom of the whole fool business," Jenkins was saying. "He was drinkin' all night. You can see his empty bottle behind them permeters."
"Lucky for him that he beat it before I got my hands on him," said Buck.
While Peters and Jones were checking the red flow from Carter's wound and very carefully binding it up, Ted noticed with alarm that blood trickled down Buck's left wrist. He had received instruction in first aid as a part of his Boy Scout training and now insisted on dressing his friend's wound, although Buck protested that the bullet had "just grazed" his arm and no attention was necessary. Ted cleared the drying blood from around the scratch and, tearing into strips his handkerchief which he had washed and dried the previous afternoon, neatly employed a part of it as a bandage.
"Thank you, little doctor," said Buck, smiling and pleased.
Then Ted turned to Jenkins and very carefully performed the same office for him, in this case there being some real need.
"You sure are a nice kid," said Jenkins gratefully. "I didn't think you'd do it for me because I wasn't on your side in the fight."
"Do you take me for aGerman?" demanded Ted, vastly indignant. "The Americans and the English and the French always attend to wounded prisoners of war. Only the Germans leave the enemy wounded to die, or kill them. They fire on the Red Cross and sink hospital ships, too. But we are different."
"Lord, no; I'd never take you for a German," apologized Jenkins, with a twitch of his lip and a twinkle in his eye.
Ted looked around, bright-eyed, upon the scene about him and the swamp-island surroundings, sighing, not with sadness, but with relief and satisfaction in the shaping and fortunate issue of events. Well pleased, he noted that the sun had risen in a clear sky and that birds were singing joyfully.
The boy vaguely sensed the wonderful and ever-compensating fact that nature had received no shock and its marvelous mechanism remained untouched; that the world was beautiful and its inarticulate creatures were happy, in spite of man's strain and strife, his guns and his wars.
"Hurry up now, July, and get us some breakfast," the voice of Buck Hardy was heard calling.
TWO tramping parties approached each other on the borders of the great Okefinokee in the late afternoon.
The one just emerged from the swamp consisted of Ted Carroll, Hubert Ridgway, the three reformed slackers, the negro, and the two "prisoners of war," the first of the latter moving with a slight limp and the second carrying his arm in a sling.
The party descending toward the swamp consisted of Judge Ridgway, in hunting dress and carrying a gun, the widely known sheriff of that section, several deputies, a negro with a heavy provision-pack, and the venerable swamp-squatter whose long beard running down in a point had reminded Hubert of "a ram-goat" until the old fellow's kindness had won the hearts of both boys.
As the homeward-bound party wound out of the swamp brush, and the party moving down the slope skirted a blackjack thicket and came intofull view, both halted momentarily, uttering ejaculations of astonishment. Then Ted and Hubert, whose keen young eyes saw everything and whose quick minds leaped upon the explanation, raced forward, shouting, and rushed into their uncle's arms.
Judge Ridgway held them hard and kissed them; then, with an arm round Ted on his right and an arm round Hubert on his left, he sat on a log and listened as the boys' tongues ran a veritable race.
The sheriff, his deputies; and the old swamp-squatter stood respectfully apart. The three reformed slackers and the "prisoners of war" halted where the shouting and racing boys had left them, comprehending what had occurred and awaiting further developments, even the three who counted on the friendship of the boys not altogether easy in their minds. But July, grinning, delighted, curious, edged nearer until he heard Hubert crowd upon Ted's last words, saying:
"And Ted made speeches to them nearly every night. I told him and told him it wouldn't do anygood, but it did a lot of good. It converted them."
"And you were just starting to look for us?" asked Ted.
"Yes—the moment we were ready, without waiting for an early morning start. I'll tell you later what kept me away from home so long, and why my servants thought you were staying in town, and how Cousin Jim thought you were just having a good time hunting around the plantation. I had just got home when your good old swamp-squatter friend turned up and told us where to find you."
"It doesn't matter, Uncle," said Ted. "I'm awfully glad—now that it's over—that youdidn'tstart any sooner, because, if you had, you know, some of the great things that happened might not have happened."
Judge Ridgway smiled and squeezed the boy, then said:
"Well, now let me have a look at your party. Suppose you bring up the 'prisoners of war' first."
Turning away with a vastly important air to execute this commission, Ted and Hubert ran into the venerable Mr. George Smith.
"I'm that glad to see you boys I don't know what to do," declared the smiling old swamp-squatter, grasping their hands. "I'd 'a' footed it out to Judge Ridgway's even if Sweet Jackson had 'a' locked me up and flung away the key."
"He won't bother you any more," said Hubert, without stopping to explain.
"Thank youso much, Mr. Smith," said Ted. "I just knew you would."
Then the boys ran on their way.
"They are all here except James, Thatcher and Wheeler," Judge Ridgway was saying to the sheriff, who had stepped to his side. "To-morrow you can send a party in to round them up."
Then followed the rare spectacle of a Judge "holdin' court right dere in de open pine woods"—to quote from July's later description. For Ted and Hubert had brought up the "prisoners of war."
"Mr. Jenkins and Mr. Carter," said Ted, presenting them.
"Good names that have not been honored," Judge Ridgway sternly commented, looking the prisoners up and down with a keen, appraising eye. "I imagine that you haven't much to sayfor yourselves, for there isn't much to be said. Have you had enough of dodging the law of the land and shirking your duty, hidden like thieves in a swamp? Are you ready to register and go to the war when called?"
"Yes, sir," answered Jenkins and Carter in a breath.
"That's the main requisite, and the situation is now practically in your own hands, for, as the higher authorities have wisely said, what the country wants is full armies, not full jails. Take them in charge, Mr. Sheriff. I will only say further that I should like to see them given every chance, Mr. Jenkins especially, for whom my dear boys have spoken a good word."
When the "prisoners of war" had stepped apart in the company of the deputies, Jenkins exchanging a parting smile with Ted as he went, Judge Ridgway spoke again to the sheriff:
"I want the other three young men to spend the night at my house. Their case is different. I think also that I'll have my servants put up the young negro for the night—my boys are so grateful to him. I will be responsible for the four and see that they are registered to-morrow."
"All right, Judge," said the sheriff, and, saluting, he marched off with his deputies and the "prisoners of war."
Judge Ridgway rose from his seat, smiling, as Ted and Hubert brought up their three friends and introduced them. He shook hands first with Peters and then with Jones, saying:
"Well, boys, you made a very serious mistake, but even serious mistakes can be rectified; and I understand that you have voluntarily done so already, so far as was in your power.Voluntaryrectification is everything. Little more can be asked, and we'll say no more about it."
Then he turned to Buck with an extremely friendly manner, holding the young man's hand in a warm clasp.
"Mr. Hardy, I am deeply indebted to you," he said. "I shudder to think of what my boys might have suffered but for you and your commanding influence over that lawless crowd."
"Judge—Judge Ridgway, you—you make me ashamed," stammered Buck, awkwardly, his eyes lowered. "What I did for them was nothin' to what Ted did for me. That boy made me feellike I'd never get any peace o' mind till I'd bagged about sixteen o' them Germans."
"You're the right stuff!" declared Judge Ridgway, with a suddenly renewed grip of Buck's hand.
After smiling with the greatest satisfaction into Buck's uplifted eyes, he addressed the three young men collectively: "I want you all to spend the night at my house."
"Oh, Judge, we don't want to impose——" began Peters.
"Not a word; you've got to come, all of you," declared Judge Ridgway merrily, as he noted the looks exchanged by the embarrassed young backwoodsmen. "I want you to help my boys tell their wonderful story. Even Ulysses after all his travels never found a keener listener than I shall be."
He was about to add that all had now better start on the homeward tramp, when he noticed the old swamp-squatter lingering to say good-by.
"Come back and stay all night, Mr. Smith," he hospitably invited. "Then you can make an early start in the morning."
"Thank you, Judge, I believe I will," the old man eagerly accepted.
July had already been informed by Hubert that he was to be the guest of old Asa and Clarissa for the night, and he could now be seen with the black pack-carrier hurrying along the path ahead, eager, as he had confessed, to reach the Ridgway kitchen and relate to a gaping audience the marvelous adventures of "Cap'n Ted."
"Walk on with your friends, Ted," directed Judge Ridgway. "I want to speak to Hubert."
As soon as he learned that the boys were lost in the swamp Judge Ridgway telegraphed his brother in North Carolina, and that morning he had received a long answer.
"I've heard from your father, Hubert," he now informed the boy. "Both your father and mother want me to send you home at once. They think Ted's influence is bad for you."
"Oh, they don't understand," cried Hubert, his grip on his lachrymal ducts visibly loosening. "I wouldn't take a thousand dollars for this great trip with Ted. I'm more of a man right now than I would have been without Ted. To be with Ted is the greatest thing in the world!"
"Hubert, shake hands with your uncle," said Judge Ridgway, stopping short. "There's muchbetter stuff in you than I supposed. Good boy! You won't have to go till to-morrow, and I'll see to it that you come down to visit Ted soon."
A few minutes later Hubert joined the party ahead and told Ted that his uncle wanted to speak to him. Ted ran back gladly, shouting as he drew near:
"Oh, Uncle—I forgot. What's the news about the war?"
"A great battle[A]is raging on the west front—but we'll talk about that later."
[A]The great German drive beginning March 21, 1918.
[A]The great German drive beginning March 21, 1918.
Judge Ridgway put his arm over Ted's shoulder, and they walked forward.
"I'm to have you for keeps now," he said. "Your Uncle Fred has at last agreed to give you up."
"That's just what I've wanted!"
"We have much to talk about. As to your future, I rather think it will have to be West Point for you, eh?"
"Splendid!" cried Ted, his eyes glowing. "Oh, Uncle, everything is coming just as I wanted it. Isn't it wonderful how things come out all right? And I'm always expecting it, too. In the veryworst times in the swamp I told Hubert we'd get out of it and even be glad of what we'd gone through. And now I'm expecting, I'm sure of, the greatest thing of all—our victory over the Germans!"
An hour later, just as the white front of the Ridgway house showed through the trees from afar, Judge Ridgway and Ted joined the others, and, looking around upon all his friends, the boy exclaimed:
"Won'twe have a party to-night!"
"Yes, I think it will be a 'party,'" said Judge Ridgway. "I think Clarissa will try to serve such a supper as she has sometimes seen in her dreams. And I think we may even drink a toast to my Ted."
Putting an affectionate hand on the boy's shoulder, Buck Hardy slightly amended the announcement of their host.
"ToCaptainTed," he said.
THE END
Transcriber's CorrectionsFollowing is a list of significant typographical errors that have been corrected.Page58, "beargrass" changed to "bear-grass" for consistency of use (grape-vines and bear-grass ropes).Page107, "repetion" changed to "repetition" (in tireless repetition).Page118, "wildcat" changed to "wild-cat" for consistency of use (an ordinary wild-cat).Page118, "wildcat's" changed to "wild-cat's" for consistency of use (the dead wild-cat's feet).Page124, "inclosed" changed to "enclosed" (space enclosed on three sides).Page197, "himsel" changed to "himself" (Lifting himself guardedly).Page301, "anwering" changed to "answering" (no answering shots).
Following is a list of significant typographical errors that have been corrected.