They had not gone far on their return when they
came upon Tom and Greg.
"Hello, where have you fellows been?" asked Reade.
"We weren't very far ahead of you," Dick answered.
"Greg and I didn't see or hear you ahead."
"And Tag Mosher was just as invisible and unfindable to us," laughed
Dick, "so we came back."
"I'm growing disgusted," muttered Dave, "with the stupid way that
we let that fellow carry off all of our property. It begins to
look as though we ought to camp in one of our own back yards,
where our parents can keep a watchful eye over us and protect
us!"
There could be no doubt that Darry was completely angry. Had
he encountered young Mosher at that moment he would have "sailed
into" the thief with his fists, regardless of any consequences
that might follow.
"Well, shall we go on hunting for him?" demanded Dick.
"It's just as Darry says," offered Tom, "I'm willing to remain
out in this weather if Dave wants to."
"Oh, what's the use?" grumbled Dave. "That fellow knows the woods
a hundred times better than we do, and he has made his get away.
Did you leave anyone back at the camp?"
"Dan and Harry are there," nodded Tom.
"We may as well join them," sighed Dave. So the party headed
toward camp.
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