Not one
of them felt nervous about the possible nearness of the late prowler.
The boys were six to one, whoever the prowler might be. Besides,
this mysterious stranger seemed to prefer humor to violence.
Yet, all the time they were eating and chattering---and Dick did
his full share of both that young man, Prescott, was also busily
thinking up plans by means of which he hoped to be able to gain
a closer view of the recent prowler.
Of these plans he said no word to his chums, for there was more
than a chance that the human mystery of the woods was even then
within earshot, off under the shadows among the trees.
CHAPTER V
DICK GRAPPLES IN THE DARK
At last the meal was finished, this time without the help of the
prowler. Dave and Dan washed the dishes, while Tom and Harry
carried water enough to fill the hogshead that had been brought
along as part of their camp equipment.
At the same time, Dick and Greg unstrapped and set up the six
light-weight folding canvas cots, standing them in a row in the
tent. Next they arranged the bedding that had been loaned by
mothers at home, and made up the six beds. Enough fuel to start
a fire in the morning was also brought in.
"And now, what did we come out here in the woods for?" inquired
Dick smilingly.
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