“I reckon we might as well,” the patrol leader told him; and with this encouragement Davy immediately started off.
Thad used his eyes as he went, but could not say that he had managed to make any discovery that would throw the least light on the mystery of that strange noise his companion claimed to have heard.
Of course, when they joined the others, everybody was curious to know what their little jaunt meant; so they had to tell all about it.
“None of us heard a single thing,” remarked Giraffe sturdily, as though that fact ought to settle it, and that Davy must have allowed his imagination to work overtime.
“I should think you couldn’t, what with all the row you kept up,” Davy answered back sturdily. “All I want to say is this, that I heard something like a shout; and I’ll keep on saying that forever, no matter how you laugh, and make fun.”
Of course they talked it over, and viewed the happening from all sides. Every fellow had some sort of explanation to make to cover the ground. A few of these followed the same track Thad had hewn when stating his ideas to Davy; and yet after exhausting the subject the boys were no nearer a solution of the mystery than when they started.
Later on, just as Davy had suggested might be the case, several of them made up their minds they would like to take a look at the river, for Bumpus and Smithy started forth.
“Just follow our trail!” sang out Davy after the pair, “and you won’t have any trouble. But keep your eyes peeled every minute of the time if you don’t want to get in trouble.”
“What from?” demanded Bumpus, halting in his departure.
“Oh! all sorts of snares, in the shape of concealed vines that grab you by the ankles and throw you down; or branches that smack you square in the face, and nearly blind you. If you get in any hole and want help, just sing out, fellows.”