<h2>CHAPTER XIII.</h2>
<h3>BAITING OLD PHIN, THE MOONSHINER.</h3>
<p><span class="smcap">Thad</span> himself managed to retain his self-possession
under these trying conditions. What he believed
he had to fear most of all, was that one of
his chums might give the secret away by some ill-advised
remark, uttered under the spur of the moment.
He knew that they must have shrunk back,<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_111" id="Page_111">[111]</SPAN></span>
appalled, when the moonshiner made such a threatening
move, accompanying his fierce words. But
for the life of him Thad could not tear his eyes away
from the face of the man himself.</p>
<p>It was just as well. Phin Dady looked to Thad,
as the leader of the scouts, for an answer to his demand.
Had the boy shown any evidences of confusion
or weakening just then, it might have confirmed
the sudden ugly suspicions that had flashed
into the other's mind, and just when he was growing
more or less interested in the wonderful stories
he had been listening to concerning the aims and
ambitions of these uniformed lads.</p>
<p>"There are eight of us, just as you say," Thad
remarked, trying to look surprised at the change of
front on the part of his caller; "but the other one,
White his name is, has gone to see Reuben Sparks
on business. We expect him back inside of an hour
or so. If you'd care to wait you can meet him."</p>
<p>His air was so candid, and his face so free from
guile that the moonshiner could find no further cause
for suspicion. Besides, had he not heard in the
beginning that the scouts had already made the acquaintance
of Reuben Sparks; who, like himself had
displayed more or less interest in their aims and ambitions.</p>
<p>Phin Dady even began to feel a little ashamed of
his sudden threatening attitude. The fierce look on
his thin face, that with his gleaming wolfish eyes,<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_112" id="Page_112">[112]</SPAN></span>
had made him appear so savage, gradually vanished.
It gave way to a rather stupid grin; as though the
man realized how silly it was of him to suspect that
these half-grown boys could do injury to one who
for years had defied all the forces of the United
States Government.</p>
<p>"So, thet's it, younker, is it?" he said; "wall,
I'm right glad ye c'd 'xplain ther thing right off'n
the reel. Course Mister Sparks, he's int'rested in
byes, even ef he beant the father o' any hisself.
An' he 'vited yer pal over ter see him, did he, so's
ter tell him a heap more?"</p>
<p>"He was very much taken with the idea, and
showed it by asking a great many questions," Thad
went on; trying to keep within the lines of the truth,
and yet allow the other to draw his own conclusions,
to the effect that Reuben had given one of the
patrol a pressing invitation to call upon him, and
continue the interesting recital of the Boy Scouts'
ambitions.</p>
<p>"Yuh war sayin' right now, thet these hyar byes
hain't never 'xpectin' ter be sojers; an' thet they
don't kerry arms; air thet a fack?"</p>
<p>When the mountaineer made this remark he was
looking straight toward the tree, against which
rested the shotgun. Evidently he was a little in
doubt concerning the truth of what the patrol leader
had said; or it may have been, wise Old Phin was
desirous of learning just what he and his followers<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_113" id="Page_113">[113]</SPAN></span>
would have to go up against if ever they attacked
the camp of the invaders.</p>
<p>Thad laughed good-naturedly.</p>
<p>"That's the only firearm in camp, just at present,"
he declared. "It belongs to me, you see. We
knew there would be little or no hunting on this
trip, as the season for protection in North Carolina
is on. But not wanting to be without some sort of
arms, it was decided to carry just one shotgun.
Later on we expect to spend some time up in Maine;
and then it'll be all right for us to carry rifles for
big game shooting. One of our members comes
from Maine, and knows all about it up in that
region."</p>
<p>Thad talked at length, because he saw that somehow
the sound of his voice seemed to have a soothing
effect on the rough mountaineer. Evidently
Phin Dady had taken more or less of a fancy to the
leader of the scouts. He had known many boys in
his day, and perhaps had one or two of his own;
but they were like bear cubs in comparison with
this frank-faced youth, with the winning smile, and
a whole dictionary of words at the tip of his tongue.</p>
<p>By now the balance of the boys had managed to
recover from their fright. They even began to show
an interest in the conversation, though not venturing
to say a word unless Thad appealed directly to
one of them; as he did occasionally, to corroborate
something he had declared.<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_114" id="Page_114">[114]</SPAN></span></p>
<p>It was a scene they would none of them be apt
to forget in a long time—this untamed old mountaineer
sitting there by their camp-fire, asking questions
in connection with a subject that had aroused
his keenest curiosity; while they lounged around,
listening, and drinking in what was said.</p>
<p>Would he never go? Had he then determined to
wait for the return of the eighth scout? Perhaps
he suspected already the identity of Bob Quail. This
was a matter that gave Thad considerable concern,
for it meant immediate trouble for their comrade;
since the moonshiner might have his old-time enmity
for the Quail family revived, under the impression
that Bob's coming meant danger for himself.</p>
<p>Once Allan arose, and stepped outside the circle
of firelight. The mountaineer eyed him with just
a trifle of the old suspicion apparently rising again;
for Thad could see a nervous twitch to the brown
hands that caressed the stock of the repeating rifle.</p>
<p>But if this were so, Phin Dady must have realized
that he could have little or nothing to fear from
one stripling of that species; for he immediately relapsed
into his former careless attitude.</p>
<p>Thad could give a pretty good guess what it was
that caused Allan to walk beyond the camp toward
the place from which they had earlier in the evening
watched the lights appear in the home of Reuben
Sparks, as well as the few more humble cabins across
the little valley.<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_115" id="Page_115">[115]</SPAN></span></p>
<p>Before Bob went away he had arranged a series
of flash signals, by means of which he could communicate
with his comrades of the patrol. They
would not have been true Boy Scouts if they had not
before now learned how to wigwag with flags, or
lanterns, as well as use a looking-glass in the sun in
heliograph telegraphy.</p>
<p>And so Allan, desirous of ascertaining whether
all went well with the absent chum, was now starting
out, lantern in hand, to learn whether he could
get in communication with Bob.</p>
<p>Possibly some of Phin's followers might be in
hiding close by, and witness these maneuvers with
astonishment, not unmixed with suspicion. Thad
concluded that it would be best to take the bull by
the horns. If he confided in Old Phin, the other
was apt to discount the news when told by his men.</p>
<p>"You remember that I told you," he remarked,
"how Boy Scouts are taught to send messages by
waving flags, just as they do in real armies; and at
night time by means of lighted lanterns. Well, we
never lose a chance to practice; and the boy you saw
go out just now arranged to talk with the one who
is across the valley."</p>
<p>"Huh!" grunted the mountaineer; and from
that Thad concluded that he had allayed any suspicions
that may have arisen in his mind.</p>
<p>"If you'd care to see how it's done, why, we can
walk out, and watch the scout who has the lantern?"<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_116" id="Page_116">[116]</SPAN></span>
the patrol leader went on to say; though secretly
hoping Old Phin might not evince enough interest
to disturb himself.</p>
<p>Sometimes a bold move serves better than extreme
caution. It seemed so in this case, at least,
for the moonshiner, after making a slight move, as
though to get up, appeared to think better of it, for
he settled back again.</p>
<p>"I kin understand jest 'bout how it air dun,
younker," he said. "Now tell me some more 'bout
how yuh larn thet thar thing o' savin' a pal thet's
been nigh drownded, or else cut a artery in his leg
with a ax. I reckon now, that's 'bout the neatest
trick I done ever heard on."</p>
<p>Being brim full of the subject, which always appealed
to him more than he could tell, the young
patrol leader immediately launched out into a description
of the matters that seemed to have deeply
interested even this rough old mountaineer.</p>
<p>Then he went a step further, and told how the
scouts entered into the most amusing, as well as
profitable, competitions among themselves. He described
a water boiling test, where those in competition
are given just three matches, and with an
empty tin pail in hand, start at a signal to see which
one can build his fire, fill his tin vessel at least two-thirds
full of water, and have this actually boiling.</p>
<p>Perhaps that old moonshiner never spent a more
interesting hour or so than by the camp-fire of the<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_117" id="Page_117">[117]</SPAN></span>
Boy Scouts; at any rate he certainly could not look
back to one that must have been more profitable to
him in every way.</p>
<p>Finally he arose as if to go; and about the same
time Allan returned, with the lighted lantern in his
hand.</p>
<p>"Did yuh git him?" asked Old Phin, with some
show of eagerness.</p>
<p>"Yes, we held quite a little talk, and I guess he
must have used up a handful of matches telling me
what a pleasant time he had. Right now he's on
his way to camp, and ought to get here inside of an
hour."</p>
<p>Allan said this as though there could not be anything
to conceal. He took a leaf from the example
set by Thad. The latter knew that in all probability
there had been more to the wigwag talk than
Allan chose to state; but he was willing to wait until
a more propitious time to hear it.</p>
<p>Taken in all, he believed they had come through
the operation of baiting Phin Dady much better
than any one could have expected. The old man
was interested in what he had heard; and only for
the fact that he bore a deadly hatred for the family
of young Bob Quail, they would have little to fear
from the king of the moonshiners, whose influence
among the other mountaineers was such that he
could easily sway them one way or the other at will.</p>
<p>Thad caught a wink when he looked into the face<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_118" id="Page_118">[118]</SPAN></span>
of the Maine boy. It told him that Allan had news
to tell, which Bob had sent on ahead, knowing how
anxious his chums would be to hear whether he
had met with any measure of success or not in his
undertaking.</p>
<p>When Thad turned around again he found that
Old Phin had slipped away, taking advantage of
their attention being directed for a minute toward
the scout who had just come into camp with the
lantern swinging at his side.</p>
<p>And Thad heaved a sigh of genuine relief when
he found that this was so.</p>
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