"If I have," d.i.c.k answered impressively, "it"s because I know something now that I didn"t know a little while ago."
"And what"s that?" asked Tom eagerly.
"I"ll tell all hands presently," d.i.c.k answered mysteriously.
"Oh, fudge!" growled Darry, under his breath, for he was fully as curious as Tom Reade had been.
But d.i.c.k walked on as briskly as his almost winded condition would permit. So they returned to the place where Harry and Dan awaited them. To these two d.i.c.k repeated his instructions in the unlikely case of their meeting the thief during their walk back to camp.
Nothing was seen of the fugitive, however, and the boys picked up Greg Holmes close to the little swimming pool.
"I knew I could not catch up with you fellows," explained Holmes, "so I took the girls back to camp and then put in my time prowling about here and trying to locate the marrow bones that the sneak stole."
"d.i.c.k doesn"t want us to hurt the fellow, if we run across him,"
said Dave grimly.
"Why not?" asked Greg, opening his eyes very wide.
"I don"t know," sighed Dave. "Ask d.i.c.k."
"I"ll tell you all by and by," smiled d.i.c.k. "But now, let us hurry back to camp. I want to see Mr. Colquitt just as soon as I can."
"Bosh! A detective like Colquitt doesn"t take up with such trifling mysteries as missing marrow bones," jibed Reade. "Besides, we can"t afford to hire detectives."
"I don"t want to hire a detective," d.i.c.k replied enigmatically, "but I"d like about one minute"s talk with Mr. Colquitt, and I mean to have it. Don"t let us dawdle on the way back, fellows."
So the six boys hurried on and soon came within sight of the camp.
"There they come!" cried Belle Meade. "Did you get the thief, boys?"
"No," called Dave, "and it seems that the fellow is no longer a thief, but a distinguished fellow citizen whom we must honor at sight, like a bank draft."
"What are you talking about?" half frowned Belle.
"I haven"t the least idea what I am talking about," Dave admitted cheerfully. "You"ll have to ask d.i.c.k for the map to my few remarks."
"Where are Mr. Colquitt and his party?" d.i.c.k demanded.
"Gone," replied Laura Bentley.
"How long ago?" d.i.c.k asked, paling somewhat and looking troubled.
"About two minutes ago," replied Dr. Bentley. "They excused themselves and went away in their car."
"Can"t you take me in your car, Doctor, and help me to pursue them?" asked Prescott anxiously.
"Yes," agreed Dr. Bentley good-naturedly, "if you"ve any idea which direction to take in looking for them. A mile to the east three roads cross; half a mile to the west four roads cross.
Our friends may be on any one of the seven roads, or they may have gone by a trail of their own."
d.i.c.k came to an abrupt stop, clenching his hands tightly.
"Isn"t that luck for you?" he demanded ironically. Then, suddenly, his face brightened.
"No matter," he said. "They can be reached through the Eagle Hotel, in Gridley."
"Why should you want to reach them?" asked Laura curiously.
"Will you mind if I keep that to myself, for just a little while?"
asked d.i.c.k, so pleasantly that Laura took no offense at all.
"How about my pudding?" called Jim. "Anyone going to want any of it?"
Did they? It was enjoyed to the full, and there was pudding left over, to be heated for another meal.
"Now, you boys had better come with me, and I"ll show you how to keep some of the cooked meat over, in summer, without ice,"
proposed Mr. Ross.
"And my party must be getting along, or night will overtake us here," declared Dr. Bentley, rising from what had been a most hospitable board.
"Then fellows, please excuse me if I write a short note and ask Dr. Bentley to mail it," urged d.i.c.k.
So Dave Darrin mustered the other chums, marching them off in the wake of Mr. Ross, while d.i.c.k hastily scribbled a note, placed it in an envelope, and addressed it to Alonzo Hibbert, or Thomas Colquitt, Eagle Hotel, Gridley.
As d.i.c.k came out his other chums halted their labors long enough to take leave of Dr. Bentley and his party. They escorted the departing guests to their automobiles, and saw them start away.
Such of the roast meat as was to be saved was packed in metal pails, covered, and then the pails lowered into a brook, where the cool water would to a certain extent take the place of ice.
Then Mr. Ross and his helpers removed the folding tables and other loaned articles.
"Thank you, boys, for what you did to break the stampede of the herd," said Mr. Ross, waving his hand after he had sprung up into the saddle.
Once more d.i.c.k & Co. had their camp all to themselves.
"I wish we could have such visitors every day," cried Darry enthusiastically.
"Yes," grinned Tom, "but how long would our canned goods hold out? We"d have to be rich, fellows, to entertain so many people every day, even if the meat end of the feast did come to us without cost."
"We want to make the camp shipshape again," d.i.c.k remarked, looking about. "There"s a lot of refuse food to be burned. Greg, you start a fire. Dan you gather up every sc.r.a.p of food that must be thrown away and burn it on said fire. Dave, you can set the tent to rights. I"ll take an axe and hustle after some firewood.
Dave, suppose you help me. Tom might put the camp to rights."
With the labor thus divided all hands set briskly to work. By the time that all the tasks had been performed the boys were glad to lie down on the gra.s.s and rest until it was time to prepare a light supper. After that meal was over Dave asked:
"We"re going to keep regular guard to-night, aren"t we?"
"Yes," d.i.c.k answered. "We"ll turn in at nine o"clock and keep guard until six in the morning. That will be nine hours---an hour and a half of guard duty for each fellow. Suppose we draw lots to decide the order in which we shall take our tricks of guard duty."
This was done. To Prescott fell the second tour, from ten-thirty until midnight. Reade had the first tour.
At a few minutes after nine all was quiet in the camp. Five tired high school boys were soon sound asleep, with Reade, hidden in the deep shadows, watching outside.