"Say!" cried Hi, greatly disturbed. "There isn"t a single thing of mine here."
"Serve you right, then," uttered Tom, as he drew an undershirt over his head. "You don"t deserve anything to wear."
"You fellows didn"t hand out my things," uttered Hi, darting into the thicket. He searched savagely at first, then despairingly.
Not a shred of his wardrobe was to be found.
"What became of my clothes?" Martin demanded, stepping out into the open. Tears brimmed his eyes now.
"Clothes? Your clothing?" asked Amos Garwood, again coming to a realization of things about him. "Why, I believe the boy who yelled and ran away from here carried one armful of things with him."
"Which way did he run?" throbbed Hi.
"That way." Garwood pointed to the road.
"You fellows get a few things on and run after Teall as fast as you can go," ordered Hi. "Quick! Don"t lose a moment. Do you hear?"
"Yes," nodded Prescott.
"Hustle, then!"
"Forget it," requested d.i.c.k, deliberately drawing on a shoe over a sock, next doing the lacing slowly and with great care.
"Which one of you will go!" asked Hi, turning appealingly to the others.
"Hear the echo?" mocked Dave Darrin. "The echo says, "which one?""
"Say, you fellows are meaner than poison!" Hi exploded tremulously.
"You have a very short memory, Hi," retorted Greg Holmes.
"Who was it that put up the job on us? Who helped Teall to do it?" asked Harry Hazelton.
"But I"m sorry for that," protested Hi Martin, tears again coming to his eyes.
"I believe you," d.i.c.k nodded cheerily. "You"re indeed sorry---sorry for the way it turned out for yourself."
"But aren"t you fellows going after Teall and my clothes?" insisted the naked one.
"We"re not going to chase Teall," Darrin answered, "if that"s what you mean. But, see here, Martin, I"m not going to be downright mean with you."
"Thank you," said Martin gratefully. "You always were a good fellow, Darrin."
"I"m going to be a good fellow now," Dave pursued. "I"m not going to chase Teall, for we don"t know which way he went, and he"ll be hiding. But I"ll go around to your house and tell your folks where you are, and what a fix you"re in."
I"ll go to-night, just as soon as I"ve eaten my supper."
"You---you great idiot!" exploded Hi.
"Now, for that insult, I take back my promise," Dave retorted solemnly. "You needn"t talk any more, Martin. I won"t do a blessed thing for you now."
"Dave, you"re altogether too rough on a fellow that"s in hard luck," remonstrated Greg, then turned to Martin to add:
"Hi, it"s no use to go chasing Ted Teall, but I"ll tell you what I"ll do. I"m all dressed now, and I"ll go straight to your house and get some clothes for you, so you can come out of these woods and walk home. I"ll do it for half a dollar."
"Thank you, Holmesy, I"ll do it," Martin eagerly promised. "And I"ll thank you, too, from the bottom of my-----"
"You can keep the thanks," proposed Greg gravely. "But you can hand over the half dollar."
"E-e-eh?" stammered Hi, nonplussed, rubbing one hand, for an instant, over his naked thigh in the usual neighborhood of the trousers"
pocket.
"Fork over the half dollar!" Greg insisted. "This is a strictly cash-in-advance proposition."
"Why, you---you---you-----" stuttered Hi in his wrath. "How can I pay in advance when Ted Teall is a mile away from here with my---my trousers and all?"
"Cash right in hand, or I don"t stir on your job," insisted Greg.
"I---I"ll pay you a whole dollar as soon as I can get home," Hi offered eagerly.
"Hi Martin, after what you"ve done to us to-day," demanded Greg virtuously, "do you think there"s a fellow in this crowd who"d take your word for anything? If you don"t pay right now, then I won"t stir a step for you."
Again tears of helpless rage formed in Hi"s eyes. Amos Garwood stood looking on, unseeing. But d.i.c.k Prescott"s thoughts were flying like lightning. He knew that, somehow, Garwood ought to be seized and held until the friends searching for him could be notified.
Chapter X
"BABBLING b.u.t.t-IN"
"You fellows seem to think that everything is done when you get your own old duds back," complained Hi Martin angrily. "You don"t seem to think that there"s any need of doing anything for me."
"Why should we?" demanded d.i.c.k curtly. "You"re the fellow who helped put up a job to hide our clothes. Now, you yell because you can"t find your own."
"I"ll go and get you some other clothes, whenever I"m paid for it in advance," Greg smilingly repeated his offer.
d.i.c.k"s brain was busy with plans for holding Amos Garwood until the latter"s father and friends could take charge of him.
"You"re all the meanest lot!" protested Martin, tears of anger standing in his eyes.
"And you"re the funniest fellow," mocked Tom. "To see a lot of sport in playing a trick on us, but howling like a dog with a can tied to his tail when you find yourself the only one stung by the joke."
"I"m going to leave here," d.i.c.k suddenly declared.
"Oh, I wish you would find my clothes and bring them to me," begged Hi.
"Come along, Greg. You, too, Dave. The rest wait here until we come back."