That ringing call roused out the boys at the camp on the other side of the little island.
“What’s the matter?” demanded Browning.
Hans Dunnerwust drew back, shivering, and covered his head with the blanket.
“Oxcoose me!” he begged. “Shust tell dem dot you sawed me. I vos doo sick do gid up, anyhow. I don’d t’ink anypoty lost me, dot I shoult go hoonding vor mine-selluf. Oxcoose me!”
“That sounds like Diamond,” said Merriwell. “Is he gone? Hello! Jack old boy, are you in your tent?”
To this there was, of course, no reply.
“It’s Diamond all right, I guess,” said Hodge, tumbling out. “At any rate, he isn’t in his blanket.”
“Is anyone else missing?” asked Merriwell.
He looked around on the gathering company. John Caribou was there, and had been one of the first to appear.
Merriwell funneled his hands and sent back a resounding “Yee-ho-o!” Then he shouted: