“Don’t forget we’ve got to have breakfast,” he remarked at the same time. “And all that heap of fine, hard blueberries must be placed in the containers our friends have taken the trouble to bring along with them. They wish to make a start before the sun gets too high, because it’s a long and rough ride to Cliffwood.”
Dan lingered around while the others were preparing to seek their blankets. He often cast an anxious look off toward the place where his trap had been set, and Dick found no trouble in guessing what his thoughts were.
“Try to forget all about it until you wake up in the morning, Dan,” he told the other. “I’ll want to go over with you, remember, to see if anything happened while we slept.”
“I’ll be mighty glad to have you along, Dick,” Dan replied. “I reckon I fixed everything just right, and if the creature comes snooping around and tries to hook the bait hung up out of his reach, he’s liable to take a sudden tumble, believe me! All right,” he went on, “I’ll turn in, as you say; so good night, Dick!”
Ten minutes afterwards the camp was wrapped in silence.
CHAPTER XXVIII
WHEN THE PIT TRAP WORKED
Dick had just succeeded in hurriedly dressing on the following morning, after the regular turn in the lake, when some one nervously gripped his arm. Turning, he discovered, just as he expected, that it was Dan with an eager look of anticipation on his face.
“Dick, you haven’t forgotten, I hope?” was his anxious greeting.
“Oh, no! if by that you mean I’m to go along with you to the trap,” answered the other, smiling at the look on Dan’s face.
“You won’t be long, I hope, Dick?” Dan continued, pleadingly, as the other turned back toward his tent.