"You"re right," answered the miner, springing up and hurrying to the door.
The shouting now became general all up and down the street.
"What is it?" asked Tad.
"I don"t know. Seems to be a party coming into the camp. It"s Munson, that"s who it is. There are two people with him on foot. I can"t make them out in the twilight. Come on, we"ll hurry down and find out what the uproar is about."
Instinctively Tad and Tom Phipps set off at a jog-trot, followed more leisurely by Stacy Brown.
Tad soon observed something familiar in the movements of the two figures who were walking beside the superintendent"s pony, and in a moment Tad made out through the gloom the well-known form of Professor Zepplin.
"There they are! There they are!" he shouted. "They"ve got back.
Hurrah!"
"Rah!" echoed Stacy Brown, flirting one hand lazily.
The meeting was a joyous one for all concerned.
"All hands come over to my shack," glowed Tom Phipps. "I want to hear about this mystery. Thought you were riding a pony, Professor Zepplin?"
"He was," laughed d.i.c.k Munson. "Some other people wanted the animal more than he did and helped themselves."
At this point, Walter, who was staying in another cabin, having heard the noise, had hurried over and joined the little party.
"Now let us hear all about it," urged Phipps, after all had gathered in his shack.
"There is not much to tell," smiled the Professor. "I did exactly what I had been warning my young men against. I lost myself. Then the next thing that happened, I lost my pony."
"How?" interrupted Mr. Phipps.
"I don"t know."
"Stolen," nodded d.i.c.k Munson.
"Same old game," muttered Phipps. "Yes, what next?"
"Then in a most miraculous way I found Master Ned. I had gone to sleep, worn out and discouraged, not caring much whether I got back or not, the way I felt then. Along toward morning I woke up. I thought I had heard something. I listened, and then all at once realized that some one was snoring not far from me."
"And it wasn"t Chunky this time," cut in Walter Perkins.
"Chunky doesn"t snore on an empty stomach," laughed Tad.
"I called out, "h.e.l.lo, who"s there?" The snorer woke up calling out something that I could not catch."
"Who was it?" asked Stacy in a hurry to learn what the Professor was getting at.
"Well, when he woke up he said his name was Ned Rector and that he was lost."
The Professor smiled grimly as the boys shouted with laughter, in which Tom Phipps joined. Even the rugged face of the superintendent relaxed into a broad smile.
"Yes, it was I," nodded Ned. "We had been sleeping within a rod of each other nearly all night and didn"t know it. I had stumbled along after the Professor got to sleep. In the darkness of course I did not see him, and in his sound sleep he did not hear me."
"That"s the funniest mix-up I ever heard of," chuckled young Mr.
Phipps. "What did you do for food?"
"Master Ned, it seems, had shot two rabbits which he intended to take back to our camp. When he found that he too was lost, he built a fire and cooked them. What he did not need at once he wrapped up in his handkerchief and carried along with him--"
"Yes, we found the remnants of the jack rabbits," Tad informed them.
"We picked up your rifle later, as well."
"Good," brightened Ned. "I had to throw it away. I had about all I could do to carry myself."
"Well, the rabbits saved us from starvation."
"Yes, but how did you happen to find d.i.c.k Munson, or he to find you?"
queried Phipps.
"We wandered out of the mountains and lost ourselves in the foothills.
How we got so far south I do not know. This morning we saw a horseman and shouted until we attracted his attention. The horseman proved to be the very man we wanted to see--Mr. Richard Munson himself."
"I--I am the only one who didn"t fall in," piped Stacy, which caused everyone to laugh.
"We heard you shooting," said Walter. "I wish we might have had some of that rabbit meat. We nearly starved up there."
"Yes, let"s hear how you boys got along," spoke up Ned. "We have told you all about our experiences. Now we want to know about yours."
Tad related in detail all that occurred to them since the Professor left them in pursuit of the elusive camp-fire. The Professor"s eyes glowed appreciatively upon learning of Tad Butler"s heroic tramp over nearly forty miles of rough mountain trail in the desperate effort to find food for his starving companions as well as help to rescue them from their perilous position.
But Munson, while complimenting Tad, was more deeply interested in the loss of their stock, about which occurrence he asked many questions.
"If we had a few men with your courage and resourcefulness we should soon put a stop to this wholesale thieving," he said.
"I"m going to find my pony before I leave this place, Mr. Munson,"
announced Tad firmly. "At least I am going to try pretty hard--"
A knock on the door of the shack cut short what he was going to say.
"McCormick reports that two ponies are missing from number two section," said a voice outside the door.
CHAPTER XVI
THE VOICE IN THE ROCK
"The thieves are getting bold!" was d.i.c.k Munson"s comment.