So back to camp they went, going by the open road as much of the way as served their purpose.
"There"s the camp," muttered Tom, as they caught sight of a light between the trees. "Why the fellows have started a campfire."
"What do you say if we slip up on them and give them something to jump about?" laughed Greg.
"That might work with some people," negatived d.i.c.k, "but Darry is there, and he"s impulsive. He might half kill us before he discovered his mistake. O-o-o-h, Dave!"
"h.e.l.lo!" answered Darrin, coming away from the campfire. Then he waited until the trio were close at hand before he went on:
"I judge you didn"t have any luck."
"We got close to one of the scamps," muttered Tom, "whom d.i.c.k seems to have hit on the heel with a stone, but he slipped away from us under the trees."
"It"s only half an hour to dawn," yawned Dave, looking at his watch. "We can turn in, now, I guess, for the rascals must be about through with the guessing match they"ve put up for us."
"We could turn in now," suggested Danny Grin. "We don"t have to go to sleep, you know, but we could lie in our blankets and talk the time away until dawn. The campfire will keep going until after daylight comes on."
That seemed rather a sensible course. d.i.c.k nodded, and all hands, after Darry had thrown a few more sticks on the fire, went into the tent, undressed, donned pajamas and slipped in under a single thickness of blanket apiece, and lay there talking.
Yet it proved to be a case of gape and yawn. One after another their eyes closed and more regular breathing started.
d.i.c.k Prescott was the last one to drop off. Yet he had barely more than lost himself in slumberland when there came a blast so close at hand that, to the boys, it seemed as though they must have been blown from their cots.
"That was right up toward the road!" panted Dave Darrin, leaping from his cot barefooted and clad only in pajamas. "Don"t stop to dress. Come on! Chase "em!"
"Go as far as you like!" chuckled d.i.c.k, stopping to pull on his shoes and fasten them, as did most of the others. Hazelton went only to the doorway of the tent, but Danny Grin followed Darrin, keeping at the latter"s heels.
Prescott and Reade were hardly sixty seconds later in heading up the slope toward the road, Greg and Harry remaining at the camp.
As they came out from under the trees and into the road d.i.c.k discovered that the first signs of dawn were appearing. In a few minutes more it would be possible to see clearly over a stretch of road more than half a mile in length. Already objects were beginning to take shape. Dave was coming back, followed by Dan. Both were limping slightly, for neither boy was accustomed to traveling barefoot and both had picked up slight stone bruises in their progress.
"Did you sight anything or anyone?" called d.i.c.k.
"No," grumbled Darrin, in deep disgust. "The odds are all against us, anyway. The scoundrels know which way they are going; we can only guess at their course."
"One thing looks rather certain, at any rate," yawned d.i.c.k, covering his mouth with his hand. "Whoever the unknowns are, they were trying only to bother us. Or, if they were trying to injure us, they were rank amateurs at the destructive game.
"But what was it that blew up, anyway?" queried Dave.
"It sounded like a keg of gunpowder each time," Tom declared.
"Yet to carry around five kegs of gunpowder would call for a lot of muscular work."
"I"m going back to camp to put on my shoes," Dave declared.
"So am I," Danny Grin added.
"We"ll wait here for you," said d.i.c.k. "When you come back there may be light enough for us to look into matters a little."
Dave and Dan returned in a little more than five minutes afterwards.
The daylight was now becoming stronger.
"Are Greg and Harry keeping awake?" was Prescott"s first question.
"They are," nodded Darrin.
"Then they can be trusted to look after the camp," d.i.c.k continued.
"And to look after the canoe," Reade amended.
"Now, we"ll explore the woods a bit," Prescott went on. "We know about where we heard the explosions, and we"ll look for whatever evidence we can find."
For this purpose each explorer went by himself. Ten minutes later Dave Darrin set up a loud h.e.l.lo. This brought the others to him on the run.
"Give us another call," demanded d.i.c.k.
"Here!" called Dave, from the depths of the woods.
d.i.c.k went in, followed by Tom and Dan.
"I"ve found this much," Dave announced, holding up a scorched bit of colored paper. It was such paper as is used for the outer wrapping of fireworks.
d.i.c.k took the fragment of paper, reading therefrom the t.i.tle, "The Sploderite Pyrotechnic Co."
"Nothing but fireworks, after all," e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.ed Danny Grin in great contempt, now that it was broad daylight.
"But I would like to have seen the fireworks before they blew up," retorted Tom Reade. "They were surely the loudest I ever heard. I don"t believe anything but the heaviest cannon could make as much noise."
"Whoever touched off fireworks like these," uttered Dave, "didn"t care a hang whether or not he set the woods on fire."
"There was no fire danger," d.i.c.k rejoined. "The gra.s.s and everything in these forests is as green as can be. But let"s look about and see if we can"t find evidences of the explosion at this point."
"There ought to be a good-sized hole in the ground right under where this piece of fireworks exploded," Tom guessed. "We ought to find, not far from here, some evidences of what explosives can do in ripping up the ground."
"Now I remember that one of the explosions in the night sent something whizzing through the air over our heads."
"Pieces of the pasteboard enclosing the mine, bomb or whatever kind of fireworks it was," d.i.c.k suggested. "But let"s look for other debris around here."
That single bit of scorched paper, however, was all that any of them could find.
Tom discovered a spot where he thought the ground had been blackened, but Dave thought the blackened appearance due to humus soil, and so nothing came of the argument.
"I think," yawned d.i.c.k, "this search will lead to the same result that the others did during the night. About all we can do is to go back to camp."
The sun was up by the time that all six members of d.i.c.k & Co.
were once more gathered about the remains of their campfire.
"I don"t know what you fellows are going to do," yawned Tom Reade.
"As for me, at present a nap looks better than any shower bath or breakfast that was ever invented. No matter how much objection I hear, I"m going to get an hour or two more of sleep."