"
So the flushed young athletes rested, except Harry, who departed
with the physician.
In fifteen minutes Dr. Bentley returned.
"Your warning came too late, Prescott," announced Laura's father
cheerily. "Our camp has been visited."
"Tag Mosher?" gasped Prescott.
"Impossible to say," was the smiling answer. "The caller forgot
to leave a card. But someone has cleaned us out of about a dozen
tins of food and some packages of biscuit. It must have been
quite a little load. Just by chance I also happened to think
to look at my medicine case. One vial is missing therefrom."
"What medicine did he take, did you say, sir?" asked Dave Darrin
much interested.
"I believe I didn't say," replied Dr. Bentley. "Perhaps later
on I shall tell you."
"If the thief took only a dozen tins," said Mrs. Bentley, "there
is food enough left so that we needn't worry about immediate famine.
And we have two cars, either one of which may be despatched to
bring further supplies."
"Tag is really going to move away from here, then," decided Dick
thoughtfully.
"Why do you say that?" asked Dr. Bentley.
"Because Tag has a fine appetite, and an abundance of muscle.
Instead of a dozen tins he would have taken three or four times
that amount.
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