As Joe rowed toward his home on the mountain side,a good mile from Riverside,he could not help but think of the two mysterious men and of what they had said.
"They were certainly rascals,"he mused."And from their talk they must have come from New York and are now going to try some game in Philadelphia."The hermit's boy was tired out by the day's outing,yet he pulled a fairly quick stroke and it was not long before he reached the dock at which he and Hiram Bodley were in the habit of leaving their boat.He cleaned the craft out,hid the oars in the usual place,and then,with his fishing lines in one hand and a good sized fish in the other,started up the trail leading to the place that he called home.
"What a place to come to,alongside of the one Ned lives in,"he said to himself."I suppose the Talmadges think this is a regular hovel.I wish we could afford something better,--or at least live in town.It's lonesome here with nobody but old Uncle Hiram around."As Joe neared the cabin something seemed to come over him and,for some reason he could not understand,he felt very much depressed in spirits.He quickened his pace,until a turn of the trail brought the homestead into view.
A cry of alarm broke from his lips and with good reason.The little shelter had stood close to a large hemlock tree.The lightning had struck the tree,causing it to topple ever.In falling,it had landed fairly and squarely upon the cabin,smashing it completely.One corner of the cabin was in ashes,but the heavy rain had probably extinguished the conflagration.
"Uncle Hiram!"cried the boy,as soon as he recovered from his amazement."Uncle Hiram,where are you?"There was no answer to this call and for the moment Joe's heart seemed to stop beating.Was the old hermit under that pile of ruins?If so it was more than likely he was dead.
Dropping his fish and his lines,the youth sprang to the front of the cabin.The door had fallen to the ground and before him was a mass of wreckage with a small hollow near the bottom.He dropped on his knees and peered inside.
"Uncle Hiram!"he called again.
There was no answer,and he listened with bated breath.Then he fancied he heard a groan,coming from the rear of what was left of the cabin.He ran around to that point and pulled aside some boards and a broken window sash.
"Uncle Hiram,are you here?"
"Joe!"came in a low voice,full of pain.The man tried to say more but could not.
Hauling aside some more boards,Joe now beheld the hermit,lying flat on his back,with a heavy beam resting on his chest.He was also suffering from a cut on the forehead and from a broken ankle.
"This is too bad,Uncle Hiram!"he said,in a trembling voice.
"I'll get you out just as soon as I can."
"Be--be careful,Joe--I--I--my ribs must be broken,"gasped the hermit.
"I'll be careful,"answered the boy,and began to pull aside one board after another.Then he tugged away at the beam but could not budge it.
"Raise it up Joe--it--is--crushing the life ou--out of me,"said the hermit faintly.
"I'll pry it up,"answered the boy,and ran off to get a block of wood.Then he procured a stout pole and with this raised the heavy beam several inches.
"Can you crawl out,Uncle Hiram?"
There was no answer,and Joe saw that the man had fainted from exhaustion.Fixing the pole so it could not slip,he caught hold of the hermit and dragged him to a place of safety.
Joe had never had to care for a hurt person before and he scarcely knew how to proceed.He laid the hermit on the grass and washed his face with water.Soon Hiram Bodley opened his eyes once more.
"My chest!"he groaned."All of my ribs must be broken!And my ankle is broken,too!"And he groaned again.
"I had better get a doctor,Uncle Hiram."
"A doctor can't help me."
"Perhaps he can."
"I haven't any faith in doctors.A doctor operated on my mother and killed her.""But Doctor Gardner is a nice man.He will do all he can for you,I am sure,"urged Joe.
"Well,Dr.Gardner is a good fellow I admit.If you--can--can get him--I'll--I'll --"The sufferer tried to go on but could not.
"I think I can get him.But I hate to leave you alone."And Joe stared around helplessly.He wished he had Ned with him.
