Chapter 35
THE RESCUE
"Take off your shoes and leave them here," Tom whispered; "and follow me and don't speak. Step just where I step."
Tom's soft moccasins were better even than stocking feet and he moved down into the thicket stealthily, silently. Not a twig cracked beneath his feet. He lifted the impediments of branch and bush aside and let them spring easily back into place again without a sound. Hervey crawled close behind him, passing through these openings while Tom held the entangled thicket apart for both to pass. He moved like a panther. Never in all his life had Hervey Willetts seen such an exhibition of scouting.
Presently Tom paused, holding open the brush. "Hervey," he said in the faintest whisper, "they say you're happy-go-lucky. Are you willing to risk your life--again?"
"I'm yours sincerely forever, Slady."
"We're going home the short way; we're going down the way the turtle did," Tom whispered. "It's the only way--look. Shh."
With heart thumping in his breast, Hervey looked down where Tom pointed and saw amid the dense thicket a glint of bright red. Even as he looked, it moved, and appeared again in another tiny opening of the thicket close by.
"What is it?" he whispered.
"A. H." Tom hardly breathed. "It's little Anthony Harrington--shh. Don't speak from now on; just follow me. See this trickle of water? There's a spring down there. They can't have their camp there, they'd roll down. The kid is there alone. If you're not willing to tackle the descent, say so. If we go down the regular way we'll have them after us. We've got to go a way that they _can't_ go. Say the word. Are you game?"
"You heard them call me a dare-devil, didn't you?" Hervey whispered. "They claim I don't care anything about the Eagle award. They're right. I'd rather be a dare-devil. Go ahead and don't ask foolish questions."
For about twenty yards Tom descended, stealthily pausing every few feet or so. Hervey was behind him and could not see what Tom saw. He did not venture to speak.
Then Tom paused, holding the brush open, and peering through--thoughtfully, intently. He looked like a scout in a picture. Hervey waited behind him, his heart in his throat. He could not have stood there if Tom had not been in front of him. It seemed interminable, this waiting. But Tom was not the one to leap without looking.
Suddenly, like a flash of lightning, he threw aside all stealth and caution and, tearing the bushes out of his path, darted forward like a hunted animal. Hervey could only follow, his heart beating, his nerves tingling with excitement. What happened, seemed all in an instant. It was over almost before it began. Tom had emerged into a little clearing where there was a spring and the next thing Hervey knew, there was his companion stuffing a handkerchief into the mouth of a little fellow in a red sweater and lifting the little form into his arms.
Hervey saw the clearing, the spring, the handkerchief stuffed into the child's mouth, the little legs dangling as Tom carried the struggling form--he saw these things as in a kind of vision. The next thing he noticed (and that was when they had descended forty or fifty yards below the spring) was that the child's sweater was frayed near the shoulder.
Down the steep declivity Tom moved, over rocks, now crawling, now letting himself down, now handing himself by one hand from tree to tree, agilely, carefully, surely. Now he relieved one arm by taking the child in the other, always using his free hand to let himself down through that precipitous jungle. Never once did he speak or pause until he had left an almost perpendicular area of half a mile or so of rock and jungle between them and the spring above.
Then, breathless, he paused in a little level space above a great rock and set the child down.
"Don't be frightened, Tony," he said; "we're going to take you home. And don't scream when I take this handkerchief out because that will spoil it all."
"Is it safe to stop here?" Hervey asked.
"Sure, they'll go down the path when they want to hunt for him. They'll never get down here. The mountain is with us now."
"I didn't drop my whistle," the little fellow piped up, as if that were his chief concern.
"Good," said Tom, in an effort to interest him and put him at ease. "That's a dandy whistle; tell us about it. Because we're your friends, you know."
"Am I going to see my mother and father?"
"You bet. Away down there is a big camp where there are lots of boys and you're going to stay there till they come and get you."
"They sent me to the spring to get water and I took my whistle so I could soak it in the water, because that makes it go good. I made it myself, that whistle."
Tom, his clothes torn, his face and hands bleeding from scratches, sat upon the edge of a big rock with the little fellow drawn tight against him.
"And when you whistled we came and got you, hey? That's the kind of fellows we are. And I bet I know how that nice sweater got frayed, too. A little bird did that."
"I left it hanging on a tree near the spring when they sent me to get water," the boy said, "and I left it there all night." He poked his finger in the frayed place as if he were proud of it.
"And I'll show you who did it," Tom said; "because that little thief is right down there in that big camp. And I'll show you the turtle you carved your initials on too. Because he came to our camp, too. There's so much fun there. And you're going to step very carefully and hold on to me, and we're going down, down, down, till we get to that camp where there is a man that knows how to make dandy crullers. I bet you like crullers?"
A camp where even birds and turtles go, and where they know how to make crullers, was a magic place, not to be missed by any means. And little Anthony Harrington was already undecided as to whether he would rather live there than at home.
CHAPTER THE LAST
Y-EXTRA! Y-EXTRA!
The ragged little newsboys in the big city shouted themselves hoarse. "Y-extree! Y-extra! Anthony Harrington safe! Rescued by Boy Scouts! Y-extree! Mister!"
And those who bought the extras learned how the kidnappers of Anthony Harrington allowed him to purchase for nine cents a turtle from a little farm boy whom he met at the station at Catskill. And of how that turtle walked off and gave the whole thing away. Llewellyn and Orestes got even more credit than Tom Slade, but he did not care, for a scout is a brother to every other scout, and it was all in the family.
And so, as I said in the beginning, if you should visit Temple Camp, you will hear the story told of how Llewellyn, scout of the first-class, and Orestes, winner of the merit badges for architecture and music, were by their scouting skill and lore instrumental in solving a mystery and performing a great good turn.
They are still there, the two of them; one in her elm, the other in Tenderfoot Pond. And Orestes (but this is strictly confidential) has a little scout troop of her own, tenderfeet with a vengeance, for they are out of the eggs scarcely ten days.
THE END
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By PERCY KEESE FITZHUGH
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Adventures in Beaver Stream Camp, Major A. R. Dugmore Along the Mohawk Trail, Percy Keese Fitzhugh Animal Heroes, Ernest Thompson Seton Baby Elton, Quarter-Back, Leslie W. Quirk Bartley, Freshman Pitcher, William Heyliger Billy Topsail with Doctor Luke of the Labrador, Norman Duncan The Biography of a Grizzly, Ernest Thompson Seton The Boy Scoots of Black Eagle Patrol, Leslie W. Quirk The Boy Scouts of Bob's Hill, Charles Pierce Burton Brown Wolf and Other Stories, Jack London Buccaneers and Pirates of Our Coasts, Frank R. Stockton The Call of the Wild, Jack London Cattle Ranch to College, R. Doubleday College Years, Ralph D. Paine Cruise of the Cachalot, Frank T. Bullen The Cruise of the Dazzler, Jack London Don Strong, Patrol Leader, W. Heyliger Don Strong of the Wolf Patrol, William Heyliger For the Honor of the School, Ralph Henry Barbour The Gaunt Gray Wolf, Dillon Wallace Grit-a-Plenty, Dillon Wallace The Guns of Europe, Joseph A. Altsheler The Half-Back, Ralph Henry Barbour Handbook for Boys, Revised Edition, Boy Scouts of America The Horsemen of the Plains, Joseph A. Altsheler Jim Davis, John Masefield Kidnapped, Robert Louis Stevenson Last of the Chiefs, Joseph A. Altsheler The Last of the Mohicans, James Fenimore Cooper Last of the Plainsmen, Zane Grey Lone Bull's Mistake, J. W. Shultz Pete, The Cow Puncher, J. B. Ames The Quest of the Fish-Dog Skin, James W. Schultz Ranche on the Oxhide, Henry Inman The Ransom of Red Chief and Other O. Henry Stories for Boys, Edited by F. K. Mathiews Scouting With Daniel Boone, Everett T. Tomlinson Scouting With Kit Carson, Everett T. Tomlinson Through College on Nothing a Year, Christian Gauss Treasure Island, Robert Louis Stevenson 20,000 Leagues Under the Sea, Jules Verne
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Transcriber's Notes:
1. Punctuation has been made regular and consistent with contemporary standards.
2. Double column booklist for "Every Boy's Library" at end of book was rendered in single column for readability.
3. Page 5: "in talking mood." changed to "in a talking mood."
4. Page 58: "learn things why" changed to "learn things while"
5. Page 67: "hitting straight in the direction" changed to "heading straight in the direction"
End of Project Gutenberg's Tom Slade on Mystery Trail, by Percy Keese Fitzhugh