Dave Porter and the Runaways Part 24

"He may know the man and have some influence over him."

"I hardly think anybody could have any influence over that man. He is as crazy as can be, and not to be trusted."

The two youths approached the old log cabin slowly, keeping as much as possible in the shelter of the trees. n.o.body was in sight, nor did any sound reach their ears.

Presently the students found themselves within fifty feet of the cabin, the door of which stood half open. Each looked at the other.

"I'm going ahead," said Dave, resolutely. He and his companion had provided themselves with sticks, and Gus had also picked up two stones.

"Oh! oh! oh!" came of a sudden, to their startled ears. "Oh dear me!"

"It's Nat!" e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.ed Dave. "Something has happened to him!"

"Maybe the wild man attacked him," added Gus.

"We'll soon see," cried Dave, and started forward on a run.

Soon our hero was at the door of the cabin, which he pushed wide open.

Inside all was dark, for it was growing late, and the rude structure boasted of but one small window, stuffed with cedar boughs to keep out the wind.

"Nat, where are you?" cried Dave, as his eyes sought to pierce the semi-darkness.

"Who--who is that calling me?" came, in surprise, from the center of the cabin.

"It is I--Dave Porter! Where are you, and what happened? Where is the wild man?"

"Oh, I'm caught fast--in a trap!" groaned the money-lender's son. "Oh, help me out! My ankle is almost broken!"

"But the wild man--?" queried Gus, who was close behind our hero.

"I--I don't know where he is," gasped Nat. "Oh, say, won't you please help me? My ankle is fast in a trap! Oh, how it hurts!"

"Wasn't the wild man here?" asked Dave, as he got out his match-box to strike a light.

"No--at least, I haven't seen him."

Dave soon had a match lit, and with it set fire to a cedar bough placed in the rude fireplace of the cabin. By the glare of this light he and Gus looked around them and at their fellow-student.

The cabin was unfurnished excepting for a rude bench and a board placed on some piles of stones for a table. In the fireplace were a kettle and a frying-pan, and on the table the remains of a scanty meal of crackers, eggs, and apples. A tin pail, half filled with water, was also handy.

When Dave and Gus turned their attention to Nat Poole they had to stare in wonder. Nat sat on the floor, nursing a bruised ankle that was caught fast between the jaws of an old-fashioned steel animal-trap. The trap was chained to the floor, and the release chain ran to a corner of the fireplace, several feet beyond the sufferer's reach.

"However did this happen?" asked Gus, although he and our hero could easily guess the answer to the question.

"Help me get loose first," groaned poor Nat. "This thing is sawing down to the bone."

Dave saw the release chain, which was held firm by a hook. Stepping over, he unhooked it, and then it was an easy matter to pry the jaws of the steel-trap apart. As soon as this was done, Nat rose slowly to his feet, making a wry face as he did so.

"I'll be lame for life--I know I will!" he groaned. "Oh dear, how it hurts!"

"You take care that you don't get blood-poisoning from it," warned Gus. "When you get home wash it well, and put some peroxide of hydrogen, or something like that on it."

"Blood-poisoning! Oh dear!" and Nat gave another groan.

"Shall we help you back to your boat?" asked Dave.

"If you will."

"Where is the wild man?" questioned Gus, looking around.

"I don't know, and I don't care--just now," answered Nat Poole.

CHAPTER XIV

THE BANDANNA HANDKERCHIEF

Nat Poole could hardly walk on the injured leg, so Dave and Gus supported him as the three left the rude cabin and headed for the sh.o.r.e of the island.

"Do you know where the wild man is?" repeated Gus, who had not been satisfied by the reply given to the question before.

"I do not," snapped the money-lender's son, with a touch of his former tartness. "I haven't seen him."

"But you know that cabin is where he lives," put in our hero.

"I thought so--but I wasn't sure of it."

"Did you see him come ash.o.r.e, Nat?"

"No--that is, not to-day. I saw him land here yesterday."

"And that is what brought you here to-day?" remarked Gus.

"Yes, if you must know," was the somewhat cold answer.

"See here, Nat, do you know this wild man?" asked Dave, abruptly.

"Me? Know him? How should I know him?" demanded the money-lender's son, but his apparent astonishment did not, somehow, ring nor look true.

"That is what I wanted to find out."

"I don't know him--at least, I don't think I do. I've never seen him close enough to make sure. Maybe he's some fellow who belongs around here. I wanted to find out about him--just as everybody else wants to find out, that's all."

"Want to have him caught and placed in an asylum?" asked Gus.