Tom Slade on Mystery Trail
impelled Tom Slade to challenge that wooded hill the de
he knew that in a general sort of way there was a connection between carrier pigeons and stalking; one suggested the other-to him, at least. He knew for a certainty that the message had
o some town or city not far distant, where the sender perhaps lived and he believed that the pigeon's use in this emergency had been the happy thought of some person who had taken the bird to the hill on
across the open country below the hill; "we could have made a lot of noise with it up th
is up there,"
bout halfway up but it peters out at a br
the marks last summer," said Connie Benn
a place where I've b
en we get to it?" said Garry. "If there's anyo
dea," s
o dope out," said Tom. "Why should peo
y're scout
up the whole sky wi
someone up t
rry. "No sooner said than stung, as Ro
ere," s
" said Tom. "The stalking busine
ittle brook whispe
was not much on laughing, thou
as to find the trail. But no sign of path revealed itself. Twice they fancied they could see, or sense, as Jeb would have said, a
eb calls lassooin
gaunt and spectral in the night like a sentinel on guard before
dge now and hold
f trying to discover the trail by taking a distant and elevated view was a good one, but the tree wa
're up in an aeroplane you can see all sorts of paths that peop
tured Connie. "Look out f
s, as far as he dared, while Tom moved about at t
g," said Garr
nst it, for a
t," retorted Connie. "It s
scrambled down the tree trunk. "Sli
r?" asked Doc, in
at Pee-wee would call a
ouring peroxide on a pretty d
y. "Feel. It's stickin
jection of iron was visible on the trunk o
rry. "It's what's left of a hook; the tree
he growing trunk had encased all except the end of it and the scre
a half thicker all the way around since
, isn't it?"
oaks," he mused, "that means
s," said Connie, after a moment's silence; "for hammocks a
's they could go into the woods. The trail goes as far up as the brook. Maybe they used to tie their hors
s-twelve years ago
lumsy phraseology that was characteristic of him. "It leaves a scar-like. When they started t
"I'll aviate to the top of this tree a
shut," Tom called up to him; "
says peek-a-boo
, and pouring a little kerosene over them, kin
e down here
eyes shut," G
Tom, "and see if the lea
ed Doc, "is, have you
s tendency to make f
y pocket," called Garr
in and keep them sh
it," came
icks, Tom moved the fire a little to a spot which seemed to suit
see? Quick!" he shouted. "You can't
that way-farther-farther still-go on-
showed an unmistakable something-certainly not a path-hardly a trail-but
pe the kerosene holds out-
ay and scarcely a tree but he paused to consider wh
see?" Connie a
sensed it, as Jeb would say. It was kind of like a little dirty green line from the tree and it kept fading away t
ghost,"
name for it,"
t blunt outspokenness which had a savor of repri
what I'd say it w
say it was," said Tom, "be
Garry, and C
Steven," he
all over, only you can't see them-except in special ways-like this. You can only see them for about twent
g on a thin branch on the top of a tree and looking cross-eyed at a ghos
a lot of them. The higher up you are the better.
Roy says," said Connie; "this trail we're
d not
r in my finger,
cratching your he
t from seein' thi
of Pee-wee, hey?" said Doc.
," Tom
d Doc. "Of course, we hav
them, too," said
ejaculated Doc,
" sai
Doc, "Where'd you read
ut in Utah that nobody on the ground ever saw
that!"
anner. "I don't say you can always do it," he said;
said Doc. "We g