Swamp Island Part 21

CHAPTER 13 _INTO THE SWAMP_

By eleven o'clock the next morning, the two girls were on their way to Caleb Corners in Penny's car. Both wore high boots, heavy s.h.i.+rts, and riding breeches, having dressed carefully for the swamp.

"I had one awful time convincing Dad and Mrs. Weems I should make this trip," Penny remarked as they parked the car under a giant oak not far from Trapper Joe's shack on the river creek. "If we hadn't had Bones for an excuse, they never would have allowed me to go."

Louise stared curiously at her chum.

"Why else would we make the trip?" she inquired.

"Oh, we're going there to find Bones," Penny a.s.sured her hastily. "But if we should meet Ezekiel Hawkins or whoever was on the island--"

"My parents made it very clear I'm not to go to the island unless Trapper Joe is with us."

"So did my father, unfortunately," sighed Penny.

As the girls approached Trapper Joe's shack, they saw smoke issuing in a straight column from the rear of the premises.

Investigating, they found the old guide roasting a fat turkey on a spit which slowly revolved above a fire of cherry red coals.

"Howdy," the old man greeted them. "You're jest in time fer some victuals."

"Lunch so early?" Louise asked in surprise.

"It hain't breakfast and it hain't lunch," the trapper chuckled. "I eat when I'm hongry, an' right now I feel a hankerin' fer food. Kin I give you a nice turkey leg?"

The girls looked at the delicately browned fowl and wavered.

"I'll fetch you'uns each a plate," the trapper offered.

From the shack he brought two cracked ones and forks with bent tines. To each of the girls he gave a generous helping, saving for himself a large slice of breast.

"What brings ye here today?" he presently asked. "Be ye aimin' to rent my boat again?"

"Providing your services go with it," Penny replied. "We want to search for Louise's dog."

"'Tain't likely you'll ever see him again."

"All the same, we've planned on searching the island thoroughly. Will you take us?"

Trapper Joe tossed away a turkey bone as he observed: "There's cottonmouths on that island and all manner o' varmints."

"That's why we want you to go with us," Penny urged. "We'll be safe with you."

"I hain't so sartain I'll be safe myself," Joe argued. "My gun's been stole. Some thieven scalawag made off with it late last night while I was skinnin' an animal. Left it a-settin' against a post down by the dock.

The rascal took my gun and some salted meat I had in a crock!"

"Someone who came from the swamp?" Penny asked quickly.

"'Pears he must o' come from there."

"Could the thief have been one of the Hawkins family?"

"'Tain't likely," the guide replied. "They all got good guns o' their own. Anyhow, the Hawkins' hain't never stooped so low they'd steal from a neighbor."

"Will you take us in your boat?" Louise urged impatiently. "We'll pay you well for your time. If we find Bones, you'll receive an extra twenty-five dollars."

"It hain't the money. Lookin' fer that dog would be like lookin' fer a needle in a haystack."

"You might accidently run into the person who stole your gun," Penny suggested.

"Now, there'd be some sense to that," the trapper said with sudden interest. "I'd like to lay hands on him!"

"Then you'll go?" the girls demanded together.

"'Pears like I will," he said, his leathery face cracking into a smile.

"'Tain't smart going into the swamp without a gun, but we kin trust to Providence an' our wits, I calculate."

Pleased that the trapper had consented, the girls leaped to their feet and started toward the skiff which was tied up at the dock.

"Not so fast!" the trapper brought them up short. "We got to take some water and some victuals with us."

"But we're not going far," Louise said in surprise. "We just ate."

"Ye can git mighty hongry and thirsty, rowin' in a broiling hot sun. When I go into the swamp, I always takes rations along jest in case."

"Surely you don't expect to lose your way," Penny said teasingly. "An old timer like you!"

"I'm an old timer 'cause I always prepares fer the wust," the trapper retorted witheringly. "Many a young punk's give his life being show-off and foolhardy in that swamp. I was lost there oncst years ago. I hain't never forgot my lesson."

Properly put in their places, Penny and Louise said no more as Trapper Joe prepared for the trip into the swamp. He wrapped the remains of the turkey in a paper, depositing it in a covered metal container in the bottom of the skiff.

Also, he dropped in a jug of water and an extra paddle.

"Tell us about the swamp," Louise urged as they finally shoved off. "Is it filled with wild and dangerous animals?"

"Bears mostly been killed off," the old trapper replied, sending the skiff along with powerful stabs of the oars. "The rooters are about the wust ye run into now."

"Rooters?" Louise repeated, puzzled.

"Wild hogs. They got a hide so tough even the rattlers can't kill 'em.

It's most likely yer dogs been et by one."

"Oh, no!" Louise protested in horror.