"And I'll go with him," declared Hibbert, jumping up. "Cheer
up, my old friend, and we'll find out all the facts that there
are to be learned. We'll be back here as speedily as possible."
The hours passed---hours of rain at the camp. It was a deluge that
kept all hands in the tent, though even that place was wet. A
pretense of supper was prepared over two oil stoves. Mr. Page made
an effort to eat, but was not highly successful.
The hours dragged on, but none thought of going to bed. At last
quick steps were heard outside.
"That must be Colquitt and Hibbert!" cried Mr. Page, starting
up, trembling, though he soon recovered his self-control.
"Don't go out in the rain. Wait for another moment, sir," begged
Dick, placing a hand on the man's shoulder.
"Do you think I could wait another minute?" demanded Mr. Page
excitedly. Then he darted out into the downpour.
"Hibbert, is that you?" he screamed.
CHAPTER XIX
SEEN IN A NEW, WORSE LIGHT
"It's Hibbert," was the reply from the darkness.
Then two figures came tramping through the rain, over the soggy
ground, next splashing into the tent, the flaps of which Dick
and Harry held aside.
As they came in Mr. Page almost tottered toward them.
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