Ned Wilding's Disappearance; or, The Darewell Chums in the City Read online

  CHAPTER III

  OFF IN THE WOODS

  The town of Darewell, though situated near the center of a well-populateddistrict, presented many advantages to the boys. There was the river tofish in, and it was a deep enough stream to accommodate steamers andbarges up to a certain point. In addition there was, about five milesfrom the place, the beginning of a stretch of unbroken forest, seldomvisited, and which in season contained much game. It was a favoritehunting spot, but had not been over-run with gunners.

  The boys had, in past summers, camped along the river and in the woods,but they had not penetrated far into the forest, as there were few roadsor trails through it.

  "Have we got everything?" asked Fenn, as they stood in the front yard ofBart's house, early the next Monday morning.

  "I guess so," Ned replied. "I looked after the blankets and such stuff,Bart saw to the tent and Frank to the portable stove and fixings. Isuppose you've got the food all packed, Stumpy?"

  "Everything."

  "Didn't forget the salt, did you, the way you did when we went campingbefore and had to borrow of a tramp?"

  "There's lots of salt."

  "How about condensed milk?" asked Bart. "Remember how you dropped it inthe river that day?"

  "Do I? And how Ned howled because he had to drink black coffee."

  "Maybe we'd better take the sled along," suggested Ned, as he noticed itwas beginning to snow. "If it gets deep enough we can haul the things onit, instead of on the wagon."

  The camp supplies, including a shelter tent, had been placed on a wagon,on which they were to be taken to where the boys decided to make theirfirst camp. On the large vehicle was a smaller one, which the chumscould load with all their stuff and haul through the woods, in case theyfound it advantageous to move to a section where there was betterhunting.

  "Wait a minute, I've got an idea!" exclaimed Bart.

  "Make a note of it before you forget it!" called Fenn. "Good ideas arescarce."

  "We can take runners along for the small wagon," Bart went on, notnoticing his chum's sarcasm. "There are some adjustable ones I made acouple of years ago. Then we'll be prepared for anything."

  The wagon was one the boys had built for themselves several seasonspast. They used to cart their camp outfit on it when they did nottransport the things by boat up or down the river. As Bart had said,there were adjustable runners, which could be fitted over the wheels,without taking them off, and thus on short notice the wagon could betransformed into a sled.

  It was a crisp November day, with a suggestion of more cold to come, andthe first few flakes had been followed by others while the boys waiteduntil Bart, whose hand was almost well again, got the runners from thecellar.

  "Looks as if we'd have quite a storm," remarked Jim Dodd, the driver ofthe express wagon, whom the boys had hired to take their stuff to apoint about two miles inside the woods. The road, which was made bylumbermen, came to an end there. "Yes sir," Jim went on, "it's goin' t'be a good storm. You boys better stay home."

  "Not much!" cried Ned. "A storm is what we want."

  "I'd rather eat my Thanksgivin' turkey in a warm kitchen than in an oldtent," Jim added with a laugh.

  "Oh, we'll be home for Thanksgiving," Fenn said, "and we'll have plentyof game to eat too."

  "Wish ye luck," was Jim's rejoinder.

  The adjustable runners were packed on the wagon, a last look given tosee that everything was in place, and then, about nine o'clock the startwas made.

  "Keep your thumb wrapped up!" Alice called after her brother. "Don'ttake cold. Drink some hot ginger tea every night before you boys go tobed. Keep your coats well buttoned up around your throats, don't getyour feet wet and--"

  "Say, give us the books, sis," called Bart good-naturedly, "we can'tremember all that. Good-bye!"

  "Good-bye!" called Alice, waving her hands to the chums.

  "Good-bye!" the four boys echoed.