CHAPTER XXI
AT THE FAIR
“Quick! Hand me some more paper!” exclaimed Ned.
Bart passed him a wad. Without stopping to put oil on it Ned lighted the twisted torch. As the flame grew in brightness he held it above his head to cast a glow over the water. But there was no canoe in sight save the one trailing behind their own boat.
“He’s gone!” exclaimed Fenn.
“Well, we found out who it was,” remarked Ned, “and that’s something.”
“It would be more to find out why he was following us,” came from Frank.
“Maybe he’s camping around here,” suggested Bart.
“If he is, he was quite a way from camp,” put in Ned. “I’d been hearing soft paddling behind us for the last two miles and I determined to see who it was.”