CHAPTER XIII
THE MYSTERY IS SOLVED
Butler's first act was to dismount, tossing the bridle rein to Stacy.Tad then hurried to the spot where he had left the deer hanging.
"I guess the bear has been here all right," chuckled the fat boy."Did you really kill a deer, Tad?"
"Can't you take my word for it?" demanded Tad somewhat testily.
"Oh, yes, of course. Don't get touchy about it."
"I think I have reason to be touchy. I not only lose my deer, but mycompanion doubts that I ever had one."
"I was only joking, Tad."
"All right."
"What do you think?" Stacy resumed.
"I don't think. I am trying to see." Tad stood still beforedestroying the clues by tramping about on the scene. The poles onwhich the deer had been hung had been flung to one side. He couldsee where the deer had fallen to the ground when the poles had beenremoved, and his first impression was that a bear had chanced thatway and torn down the dead animal. But Tad knew that a bear wouldnot have dragged the prey away, that the bear, if hungry, would havemade a meal of it, then crawled away somewhere to sleep or rest. Thedeer had disappeared. That meant that some person had carried itaway.
The Pony Rider Boy circled slowly about the scene, using his eyes togood advantage. He saw the prints of a heavy boot in the softground; then he discovered that the bushes had been crushed downwhere the doe had been dragged. It was a plain trail up to a certainpoint, and there the trail changed. Further investigation showed thelad that a horse had been tethered to a tree nearby, and it was atthe base of this tree that the dragged-trail came to an end.
Butler understood the meaning of this when he discovered quite a poolof blood on the leaves of some trampled bushes. Some person hadstolen his deer and loaded it to the back of the horse. Followingthe trail still farther, Tad saw that the man had ridden away withhis prize.
"It is plain theft, nothing more or less," muttered the boy, as hestarted back to Stacy.
"Well?" questioned the fat boy.
"Stolen!" answered Butler sharply.
"You don't say so? Who did it?"
"How should I know? I shouldn't be surprised if the man saw me hangthe deer there, then as soon as I got away he stole the carcass.Wasn't that a measly trick?"
"Beastly," agreed Stacy.
Tad stood pondering.
"What are you going to do about it--tell Mr. Lilly?" questioned Stacy.
"Well, hardly that. I am going after that deer," answered Tad with afirm compression of the lips. "You may go back to camp if you wish."
"No, sir! If there is going to be any fun you may count me in everytime. But we may get lost."
"We can't get lost on that trail. By the time we have passed over itin the wake of the other man it will be plainly marked."
"How do you know there wasn't more than one?" asked Stacy.
"Because the tracks of one horse are all there are here. One man andone horse, that's all."
"Hm-m-m! But he may be a long way from here by this time."
"He cannot have gone far in this short time. Then remember, he iscarrying a heavy load. No horse can travel fast in this swamp,especially when carrying a man and a deer, unless the man walked. Inthat case his progress would be still slower."
"Yes, but what are you going to do if you do catch up with him?"urged Chunky.
"Get my deer," answered Tad firmly.
"Let's be going," urged Stacy after a moment's reflection.
Tad needed no further urging. He quickly led his horse around thespot where the deer had been dropped, then blazing a tree on foursides for the guidance of Billy Lilly in case the latter should findit necessary to follow them, Tad started off on the trail of the deerthief, followed a short distance to the rear by Stacy Brown.
The trail was not difficult to follow; even a novice could not wellhave missed it for the thief had used his bush-knife freely in gettingaway. Tad had little use for his own bush-knife, except here andthere where he found it possible to make a short cut where the otherman had made a detour to find better going for his heavy load. Theseshort cuts saved quite a little of the distance. Tad imagined thatthey were going a third faster than the man they were pursuing. Ifthat were the fact they should overhaul him very quickly.
"Say, how much farther have we got to go?" finally called Stacy.
"Keep quiet," warned Tad. "Don't call. The trail is growing fresherevery minute. We cannot be far from him now. I think we had betterslow down a little. Make as little noise as possible."
"I don't see what that has to do with it," grumbled Chunky.
"It may have a great deal to do with it. You do as I tell you."
They were not as near as they thought, and the man was making bettertime than they had deemed possible. At the rate the boys were goingTad felt that they should have overhauled him at about this time, butthere was neither sight nor sound of a human being, though the trailitself was still plain and fresh.
"More speed," directed the Pony Rider Boy.
"I'll break my neck if I ride any faster," objected Stacy.
"Then stay here and wait for me."
"I won't."
The horses settled to their work as if they understood what wasexpected of them. They leaped cypress knees, fallen trees, and torethrough the forest at a perilous pace, but they were making more noisethan either of the boys realized. So much noise did they make thathorseman some distance ahead of them heard them plainly.
Tad suddenly pulled his horse down to a walk. Ahead of him, sittinghis saddle easily, was a tall, bearded man. The latter's horse waswhite, with pink nostrils, something like Tad Butler's mount. Therider was raw-boned and armed with rifle and bush-knife, besides arevolver that protruded from his belt. But there was no deer on thehorse, nor any trace of a deer.
"Howdy, stranger," greeted the man.
"Good afternoon," answered Tad, eyeing the man narrowly. "Have youseen anything of a man carrying a deer?"
"A deer?"
"Yes, sir."
"I reckon I saw a fellow with a buck some twenty minutes back."
"Where?"
"Oh, he went on past here."
"Which way did he go?"
"That way," answered the stranger, pointing on to the westward.
"Did you know the man?"
"Never sot eyes on him before, kiddie," answered the man. "But youseem mighty interested?"
"I am," was the terse reply. Tad was using his eyes to good purpose,but trying not to let the man know that he was doing so.
"Somebody you know?"
Tad shook his head.
"But we would like to know him," interjected Stacy.
"For what, kiddie?"
Tad gave Chunky a quick glance of warning.
"Oh, nothing much. We thought we should like to hold a conversationwith him, that's all," answered Stacy carelessly.
"You are quite sure it was a buck that he was carrying?" questionedButler.
"I reckon I ought to know."
"I think you are mistaken."
"Eh?"
"It was a doe."
"So?"
"Yes, sir. It was _my_ doe," persisted Butler.
"Yours?" in well-feigned amazement.
"It was. I shot him and someone stole him. If you know anythingabout the man who took him, I would ask you kindly to tell me. Hemay have carried the carcass away under the impression that the manwho killed the doe had abandoned it."
"This man wasn't under any seech impression, kiddie."
"How do you know?"
"Wall, in the first place it wasn't a doe and in the second place thefellow killed it himself, I reckon," drawled the stranger.
"May I ask who you are?"
"That doesn't cut any figure."
"It may cut more than you think."
"What do you mean?" demanded the stranger, peering angrily at Tad.
"That I am going to have that deer if I have
to hold up every man inthe canebrake," was Tad's firm reply.
"I reckon you've got your work out out for you," chuckled the fellow.
Tad gave him another look, and swung down from his stirrup.
"Stacy, you remain where you are."
"What are you going to do?" demanded the fat boy.
"Take a little look around. Keep your eyes peeled," he warned in alower tone, intended for Chunky's ears alone.
The fat boy nodded. Stacy was unafraid. In fact he was pleased andhe shrewdly suspected that the man before them knew more about thestolen doe than he had told them. He was positive that the strangerwas shielding the real thief, and that Tad knew it. "Trust Tad forseeing things," was the fat boy's reasoning.
Butler _was_ seeing things.
"What do you reckon you are going to do?" called the man.
"I want to look about here a bit, that's all. I don't suppose youhave any objections?" questioned Tad sarcastically.
"You are a mighty pert young fellow, it strikes me."
Tad did not reply. He was following the trail of a horse to thenorth of where the horseman was sitting, narrowly watching Tad. Inorder to do so more fully, the stranger wheeled his mount about.
"Hello!" exclaimed Chunky.
"What's the matter with you?" demanded the man.
"Your nag must have hurt itself."
"What makes you think so?"
"He has blood on his flanks."
"That's so, kiddie. I reckon I must have pricked him with mybush-knife. I'll have to tend to that at the first opportunity,"explained the fellow lamely.
"Pricked him with a bush-knife, eh?"
"Yes."
"Ha, ha, ha; haw, haw, haw!" laughed the fat boy mockingly.