He turned and vanished into the shadows of the woods.
“Whew! Quite dramatic!” exclaimed Tom, as he turned to his chums.
“I should say so,” agreed Jack. “Nice thing to be awakened from pleasant dreams and told to move on in a trackless forest at midnight. He’s as bad as Professor Skeel used to be.”
“Speaking of Skeel reminds me,” observed Tom. “Do you think he has come up here to camp?”
“Hard to say,” murmured Bert. “But I know one thing, as long as I’m awake I’m going to have something to eat. Are there any of those chicken sandwiches left, Dick?”
“I guess so. And there’s some cold tea.”
“Warm it up then, and we’ll have a lunch.”
“Say, what do you think this is; a quick-eat restaurant?” asked the amateur cook.
“Oh, go ahead,” suggested Tom. “We’ll all help, and maybe we’ll get to sleep again, after this interruption, if we eat.”