The Radio Boys Rescue the Lost Alaska Expedition Part 12

Jack watched the canoe and the kayak depart, with something of a sinking of the heart. The same feeling, he suspected, possessed his father.

Neither, however, presented other than a brave and cheerful front. As for Bob and Frank, they had gotten over their disappointment at not being permitted to accompany the expedition, to a certain extent, and, cast for the first time since the start of the trip, on their own resources were beginning to enjoy the situation.

"First thing, fellows," said Frank, as the party reached the mainland, hauled up canoe and kayak and struck into the trees, "first thing is to go to this knoll about which MacDonald spoke, and take a view of the field."

"Yes," said big Bob, "then let's divide up into watches, so that the pair of us not drawn for the first watch can get some rest."

"You certainly were born in the Land o' Nod, Bob," scoffed Frank.

"Yes," said Jack, grinning, "if you're as sleepy as all that, we'll count you out right away. Frank and I will draw for the first watch, and you can hit the hay."

"Not so fast," said Bob. "I'll take my chance with the rest of you."

Meantime, they had been mounting the tree-covered hill to which MacDonald had referred and now, reaching the top, found that, despite its low elevation, it was still so much higher than the rest of the island and than the sh.o.r.es of the lake as well, that they commanded a sweeping view not only of the nearer sh.o.r.e to which Mr. Hampton had gone but also of the farther one whence they had come.

Not a sign of human occupation, however, was anywhere apparent.

Eastward, although they knew Mr. Hampton and his companions could not have progressed far, yet the trees r.i.m.m.i.n.g the lake sh.o.r.e were sufficiently dense to hide any sign of movement. Westward, toward the farther sh.o.r.e, was a thick belt of trees about the mouth of the stream, thinning out farther along the sh.o.r.e in both directions. Neither among the trees nor on the glades, could they discern anybody although Jack, who had been thoughtful enough to bring along their field gla.s.ses, scanned the prospect through them a long time before pa.s.sing them on to the others, who did likewise.

"Well, so far so good," said Jack, with a sigh of relief. "Evidently, or so far as we can see, anyway, Dad and the rest got across undiscovered and now stand a fair chance of crossing the lake farther up undetected."

"Maybe so," said Frank. "Maybe, too, Lupo got discouraged and quit."

"Retreated you mean?" asked Jack.

Frank nodded.

"Oh, you fellows are full of prunes," said Bob. "Why should he quit now, just because we have added one more man to our forces? He's hung to our trail a long time. That means he's not going to quit in a hurry. No, we've got to keep our eyes open."

"That's right," said Jack, thoughtfully, "It won't do to get overconfident and relax our guard."

"Just the same there's no sign of trouble now," said Frank. "And I've got a suggestion."

"Don't lose the idea," said Bob, anxiously. "Hold on to it. Ideas are rare."

"With some people yes," said Frank, grinning. "Not with me."

"Huh."

Bob clutched at Frank, but the other wriggled out of his grasp.

"My idea," he said, "is to take a plunge in the channel your father crossed, Jack. I'm hot and sticky and tired, and a swim would go fine just before I turn in and leave Bob on watch. What do you say?"

"So I'm to have the first watch, hey?" said Bob. "It's been all decided, has it? Well, well. All right, run along, Frankie, me lad. I'm not so anxious for a swim. I'll just start my watch here and now."

"Bob, you're a good sport," said Frank, throwing an arm over the shoulders of his big chum, between whom and himself was a depth of feeling which seldom was expressed in words.

"Oh, run along and take your swim."

Bob playfully shoved the pair of them down the hill. Laughing, they obeyed. As they disappeared among the trees, Bob selected a spot at the base of a spruce on the top of the knoll, sat down with the gla.s.ses in his lap and his eyes on the westward sh.o.r.e of the lake, where Lupo's half-breeds had last been seen, and prepared to keep watch. His back was against the trunk of the tree, and he made himself as comfortable as possible.

It was a really comfortable position and, when one is tired and sitting idle, a comfortable position is conducive to drowsiness. It was so with Bob. He had had but little sleep in the last two days. He had worked hard. The air was warm and drowsy, as only the air of the short hot Summer of the north country, when the sun never sets, can be. Presently his head began to nod, and there was a buzzing in his ears as of the drowsy hum of bees. He caught himself, and sat bolt upright, rubbing his eyes vigorously with his fists. Then he leaned back against the tree trunk again, and again began to nod. This time, the jerk with which he awakened was longer in coming.

Bob got up and stretched.

"Mustn't go to sleep," he reflected. "Nothing in sight, though. Not much use to worry. Ho, hum."

He resumed his seat. Imperceptibly, his eyes drifted shut. He sat through the transition period between sleeping and waking, unaware that he was yielding to slumber, merely pleasantly conscious of relaxed limbs and thoughts. Before he was aware his head nodded, his eyes closed, his chin touched his chest, and he slept.

Meanwhile Jack and Frank were thoroughly enjoying their plunge. The water was warm, there was no wind, and they swam, dived, floated to their heart's content. Neither realized the pa.s.sage of time until Frank, suddenly filled with compunction at their long absence, while Bob kept watch, scrambled ash.o.r.e and looked at his watch, laid out on top of his clothes.

"Great guns, Jack," he announced, "we've been gone an hour. Good old Bob. He was mighty nice about sending us off to swim while he kept watch, but you know he likes to swim, too. He'll be thinking it's a low trick on our part to stay so long. Maybe he'll want to come and take a plunge himself, when one of us gets back to relieve him."

Jack also had a guilty feeling and, as is the way with most of us, attempted to make excuses.

"He might just as well have come along," he said. "Nothing's going to happen."

They were pulling on their clothes.

Suddenly they heard Bob's voice raised in a distant shout, calling their names. Then followed a brisk outbreak of rifle shots.

CHAPTER XII.-THE SURPRISE ATTACK.

"An attack," gasped Jack.

"And we're not there to help old Bob," cried Frank, in an agony of apprehension. "Come on. Don't stop to finish dressing."

Shirt flapping out over his trousers, shoes unlaced, Frank frantically buckled on his revolver and cartridge belt, seized his rifle and started on a dead run through the trees. Jack did likewise. As they ran, they heard the shots continuing intermittently, and then once more-clearer and closer at hand, as they neared the knoll-came Bob's voice:

"Frank, Jack, they're rushing me. Look out for yourselves."

There was a crashing in the brush ahead.

"Down, Jack, some of them coming."

The two flung themselves p.r.o.ne behind a spruce whose low branches swept the ground. The sounds were off to their left. A moment later the forms of four men, hurrying towards the channel whence they had just come, could be seen eight or ten yards away.

Jack's face was pale, his lips set. Frank was trembling with excitement and fear-not for himself, if the truth must be told, for the plucky lad was not thinking of himself, but for his chum, who was holding off the main attack alone.

"Steady, Frank," whispered Jack. "Bob's life depends on us. This is no time for false compunctions. You'll have to shoot to kill."

"All right, Jack."

Then the two rifles spoke as one, and two of the runners stumbled, flung out their arms to save themselves, and pitched forward. The others spun about towards the direction whence the boys had fired, but a second time Frank and Jack fired, and they, too, fell.

"No time to see how badly they were hit," said Jack. "Come on. Old Bob's still alive and shooting."