CHAPTER XXIII
ANOTHER NIGHT SCARE
Will Williams, the strange, new boy, whom Jack had last seen at Washington Hall, now so far away, rushed forward.
“Jack Ranger!” he gasped, as if he could not believe it.
“That’s who I am,” responded our hero. “But, Bill, what has happened? You look as if you were suffering.”
“I am suffering,” was the answer. “I’m almost starved!”
“Starved!” exclaimed Nat. “Wobble-sided watermelons! And our camp just filled with good things! Come on, Bill. We’ll feed you up.”
The two chums clasped Will successively by the hand. Then Jack asked:
“How did you get away out here? The last I heard of you was when I received a letter and a telegram from your guardian, asking me to send you home if I saw you.”
“You—you’re not going to—are you?” faltered Will.