Fenn Masterson's Discovery Part 22

He watched their every move, and, when any one of them spoke, the fellow tried to catch what was said. The man seemed like an ordinary traveler, and, except for a peculiar cast in one eye, was not bad looking.

"Let's change our seats," suggested Fenn, when the train had proceeded some miles farther, and the car was not so full. "We want to talk, and we can't be whispering all the while."

They moved farther away from the man with the cast in his eye, and were once more discussing their plans, when Frank again noticed that the man was listening. He, too, had moved up several seats, and, under pretense of reading a paper, was straining his ears for whatever the boys said.

"Let's go into the other car," proposed Fenn. "If he follows us there we'll tell the conductor."

But the man evidently did not care to run any more risks and the boys were not further annoyed.

"I wonder who he was?" asked Ned. "Perhaps he had something to do with the smugglers."

"Oh, I guess he was just some fellow more interested in the business of other persons than in his own," replied Frank. "I hope we didn't talk too much, so that he'll know what we are going to do."

"That's so, he might go and give information to the government, and get that reward," announced Fenn. "I wish we'd been more careful!"

"Well, I guess he'll have his own troubles finding that cliff," was Bart's opinion. "We didn't mention any special place. Our secret is safe enough."

After further consideration of what they had said the boys agreed with this view. As they were now almost alone in the car they talked freely, deciding on what to do when in the woods.

They had brought a small sleeping tent with them, some guns which they had hired and a limited supply of food. As they were going to be within reach of small settlements, villages or, at the worst, scattered farm houses, they calculated they could, from time to time, buy what they needed to eat.

They had made a careful study of a map of the country they intended to utilize as part of their vacation trip, and decided on a place to camp that was not far from where they had observed the queer actions of the men on the cliff. It was also within a short distance of Bayville, where, as has been said, Mr. Hayward and his daughter lived.

They left the train at a station, near the foot of a small mountain, on the slopes of which they were to pitch their tent. Their baggage and supplies was piled up on the platform and, Frank, surveying it, exclaimed:

"Oh, dear, I wish we had that mule we used when we were rescuing my father. He could carry a good deal of this stuff, and we wouldn't break our backs."

"Aw, don't mind a little thing like that!" advised Bart. "Why it's not far, and we can make two trips if necessary."

They decided this would be the best plan, and, taking what they could carry, they set off into the woods, the station agent agreeing to look after what baggage they left behind, until they came back for it.

The weather was fine, and the air, in that northwestern region, was clear and bracing.

"I could carry twice as much as this," announced Ned, as he walked along, balancing his load on his shoulder.

"Here, take mine then!" cried Frank quickly.

"Not to-day," retorted Ned with a laugh. "I was only figuratively speaking."

They picked out a good camping place, and, as they had brought the tent with the first load, they set that up.

"Now for the rest of the stuff, and we'll be in good shape for the night," remarked Bart. "Come on, fellows. Why, Fenn, what's the matter?"

he asked quickly, as he noticed the stout youth seated on a log.

"Me? Nothing. I'm all right."

"No, you're not. You're as white as a sheet of paper," went on Bart.

"Don't you feel well?"

"Sure. I'm all right. I guess I walked a little too fast; that's all."

"Well, take a good rest before you make the second trip," advised Ned.

"No, I'll tell you what we'll do," proposed Frank. "We three can easily carry what stuff is back there at the depot. Let Fenn stay here and rest, and we'll go back for it. Besides, we ought to leave somebody on guard," he added quickly, fearing Fenn might object to anyone doing his share of the work.

"Oh, I'll be all right in a minute, fellows," said Fenn, trying to smile, but making rather poor work of it. "It's the heat, I guess."

"It is hot," agreed Bart.

"You go ahead and I'll catch up to you," proposed Fenn. "I'm feeling a little better now."

"No, you stay here and we'll fetch the rest of the stuff," repeated Frank, and he insisted on it, with such good reason, also pointing out that if any tramps came along they might steal the tent, that Fenn consented to remain on guard. In fact he was very glad to do so, as he felt a curious sensation in his head and stomach, and he was not a little alarmed, as he had never been seriously ill.

"I hope he isn't going to be sick," observed Bart, as the boys started back to the station. "We'll have to give up our camp if he is."

"Oh, he'll be all right," a.s.serted Ned, confidently. "It was only the heat and the walk."

"I hope so," rejoined Frank.

But when the boys returned with the remainder of the camp stuff two hours later, they found an unpleasant surprise awaiting them.

In the tent, stretched out on some hemlock boughs which they had cut before leaving, they found poor Fenn. He was very pale and his eyes were closed.

"He's asleep," whispered Ned.

Frank entered softly and placed his hand on Fenn's head.

"He's got a high fever," he said, with alarm in his voice. "Fellows, I'm afraid Fenn's quite sick."

CHAPTER XX

OUT ON A HUNT

Frank's announcement seemed to strike a cold chill to the hearts of Ned and Bart. Sickness was something with which they had seldom come in contact, and they did not know how to proceed.

"I suppose we'd better get a doctor," ventured Ned.

"Where?" inquired Frank as he came from the tent. "There isn't one within five miles--maybe farther."

"Haven't we any medicine?" asked Bart. "I thought you said you brought some along."

"So I did," replied Frank. "Stuff for burns, cuts and stomach aches, but I don't know as it would be safe to give him anything when he has a fever."

"Have you got anything for a fever?" inquired Ned.