We started on a run across the fields, getting more excited every minute.
"I don't see how Bill could lose any camp," exclaimed Benny.
"And I don't see what he is doing on Greylock when he started for North Adams," Hank said.
"Maybe it isn't Bill, at all," I told them. "I've seen smoke on Greylock more than once."
"It's Bill all right," Skinny said. "I can almost hear him. We don't know how he got there, but he's there and he can't get back. Something has happened."
"Anyhow, we'll soon find out," we all thought, when we came in sight of the twin stones.
"I'll run down home and get a blanket," I told them, "while the rest of you make a fire."
Our house is right at the foot of the hill and it didn't take me long. The old horse blanket which we used in signaling was in the woodshed. I only stopped long enough to wet it and call to Ma that Bill was up on Greylock signaling.
She was almost as excited as I was.
"Hurry!" said she. "Don't wait for me. I'll come as soon as I can."