"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," Dick retorted quickly.
"Hello, Dave, hello!" 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 Dick eagerly, after a pause of listening.
"There it goes again."
"It's Dave, answering us," Harry declared.
The hail sounded distant.
"Come on!" cried Dick, 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.
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