Chester rose and started to walk around the tent. In the darkness he stumbled over something and fell to the ground. Arising he reached in his pocket and produced a match. A tiny flame lighted up the dark interior of the tent, and the lad stepped back with an ejaculation.
“Bicycles,” he muttered.
“What?” demanded Hal.
“Bicycles. I wonder why they are here?”
“Probably dumped in here by a couple of men who have returned from a scouting expedition,” said Hal.
“By George!” exclaimed Chester suddenly.
“What is it now?” demanded Hal.
Chester did not reply immediately. He appeared to be thinking deeply.
“Have you a knife?” he asked at length.