"It begins to smell good," murmured d.i.c.k presently, as he stirred the cooking mixture.
Tom busied himself with setting the table.
"All ready, when the fellows come in," announced d.i.c.k, as he removed the coffee pot and began to cut bread. "Better call "em."
Placing his hands over his mouth, megaphone shape, Tom sent several loud halloos echoing through the woods.
Dan was the first one in. Greg arrived next, Harry third.
"Where can Dave be?" asked Tom, after several more halloos.
"We"ll go and find him, if he doesn"t show up," suggested Harry.
"But first of all, let"s stow some of this supper inside of us."
"We"ll wait for Dave before we eat," d.i.c.k retorted quickly.
"h.e.l.lo, Dave, h.e.l.lo!" roared Reade and Prescott in concert "Supper is ready! Hurry up."
"Queer there"s no answer," said Greg, after a minute"s wait.
"Something must have happened to Dave," suggested Danny Grin anxiously.
"What could happen to him?" demanded Hazelton scornfully. "Darry can take care of himself. He"ll be in presently."
"Let"s call him again!" urged Dan.
They called in concert, their voices echoing through the woods.
"Did you hear that?" asked d.i.c.k eagerly, after a pause of listening.
"There it goes again."
"It"s Dave, answering us," Harry declared.
The hail sounded distant.
"Come on!" cried d.i.c.k, leaping forward. "That yell was one of trouble, or I"m a bad guesser. Dan, you and Hazelton stand by the camp. Tom and Greg come along. If Dave is in trouble he"ll be sure to need some of us!"
CHAPTER IV
DAVE DARRIN IS ANGRY
"Keep on calling, Dave!" shouted d.i.c.k, as they ran toward the sound of the voice.
"This way!" answered Darry, his voice sounding louder as they neared him.
"What"s up?" Tom asked as they ran.
Dave"s voice sounded in wrathful explosion.
"Eh?" Tom pressed him.
"Wait until you get here, and you"ll see," retorted Dave.
"You"re not hurt?" d.i.c.k shouted.
"No; but my feelings are!" vented Darrin indignantly.
Another minute and the trio headed by d.i.c.k, reached the spot.
By this time darkness was coming on through the woods. Prescott, who was in the lead, at first received the impression that Dave was standing beside a tree. And so Dave was, though the reason for his standing there was yet to be explained.
A moment more and Tom and d.i.c.k had reached the spot where the wrathful Darrin was standing.
"Well, of all the-----" began Tom wonderingly.
"Outrages!" finished Darry angrily.
Prescott laughed outright.
"I suppose I must be a comical-looking object," admitted Dave Darrin ruefully. "But just wait until I lay my hands on the rascal who played this trick on me! Oh, I"ll make him ache for his smartness."
Though Darrin had an unusually quick temper, he generally had it under excellent control. Now, however, he was so indignant that he fairly sputtered, and the humorous side of the situation did not appeal to him.
What d.i.c.k saw was that Dave stood with his back to the trunk of the tree. Around Darry"s neck a noose was fast. Back of the prisoner the rope had been wrapped once around the trunk of the tree. Next, several folds of rope had been pa.s.sed both around Darrin and the tree trunk in such fashion that the boy"s arms were pinioned fast to his sides. In addition, a single turn of rope had been taken around each arm. Finally, the rope had been knotted several times at the opposite side of the tree from that on which Darrin stood.
"You must have stood pretty patiently for anyone to be able to tie you up in that artistic fashion!" blurted Tom Reade.
"Patient? Patient nothing!" growled Darry between his teeth.
"I was so angry all the time that I couldn"t keep from sputtering, but that rascal had me fast, and kept making me more secure."
"How old a man was he?" asked d.i.c.k.
"I don"t know whether he was a man or a boy."
"Is your eyesight failing, Dave?" asked Tom.
"I haven"t eyes in the back of my head," snapped Darry. "Say, aren"t you fellows going to hurry up and free me?"
"Can"t you free yourself?" suggested Reade.
"If I could have done that I"d now be ranging these woods in search of the perpetrator of this outrage," Darry declared. "Hurry up and untie me!"
"We will, but please be patient for a moment or two longer," begged young Prescott. "This is such a cleverly artistic job that I want to study out just how it was done. How did the fellow attack you?"
"From behind," muttered Darry.