“Never mind,” consoled Tom. “We’ve got enough to eat without ’em.”
“Sure,” agreed the others. They finished off the meal with crackers and a jar of jam, with coffee on the side.
“Some better than what we had in the cave,” commented Bert, passing his cup for a second helping.
“Oh, but that tasted good all right!” declared Jack gratefully.
“I wonder what Sam and Nick will say when they find their stuff gone from the cave?” asked Dick.
“Do you think it was theirs, Tom?” asked Bert.
“I certainly do. I’d say it was Skeel’s, only there was stuff for two campers. Besides, I don’t believe he’d rough it in that fashion. But I sure would like to see Sam and Nick now—not that I have any love for ’em—but I want my boat.”
After spending the evening talking about the events of the past two days, and taking another look at the plan of the old mill, the lads turned in. They slept soundly, for they were very tired.
“Well, what’s the programme for the day?” asked Jack of Tom, following a bountiful breakfast, for which Bert made pancakes from prepared flour, and served them with bottled maple syrup.
“We’ll have another hunt for the boat,” decided Tom. “I’ll take a few more cakes, cook,” he added, passing his plate to Bert.