In this manner it was settled. The sailor remained to guard the camp and the two pack horses, while the others mounted and rode away into the valley.
Late in the afternoon they returned, bringing with them a mountain goat which Merry had shot. As they came in sight of the spot where the tent had stood they were astonished to see that it was no longer there.
“Look, Frank!” cried Bart, pointing. “The tent is gone!”
“Sure enough,” nodded Merriwell grimly. “It’s not where we left it.”
“What do you suppose has happened?”
“We will soon find out.”
Not only had the tent and camping outfit disappeared, but the two pack horses were missing. Nor was Wiley to be found.
Hodge looked at Merry in blank inquiry.
“Where is this fellow we left to guard our property?” he finally exclaimed.
“You know as well as I,” confessed Frank.