“But—er—I—they—I don’t want to see any detectives,” stammered the former employee of Elmwood Hall.
“I don’t either,” chuckled Murker. “But it’s best to be on the safe side, and to prepare for emergencies. So what you and the professor don’t know, you can’t tell. Leave the details to me, and I’ll fix ’em. Now I think we’ve been here long enough. We know what we came over to this cabin to find out—that they hadn’t been here before until just now. And we’re pretty certain they’ll go next—to No. 3 Camp.”
“What makes you think so?” asked Whalen.
“Because boys are like deer at times—mighty curious. They won’t rest satisfied until they’ve tried all three camps. They’ll go over to the last one in a few days, and then, Skeel, we may have Tom Fairfield just where we want him!”
“I hope so!” was the fervent exclamation, as the three plotters made their way off through the dense woods.
[CHAPTER XII]
A LUCKY SHOT
“Well, we’re not going to stay in all the rest of the day, are we?” asked Jack Fitch, pushing back his chair from the table.
“I should say not!” exclaimed Bert. “There’s plenty of time yet to go out and bag a deer or two.”