“Never mind, fellows,” he said. “We’ll follow the smell of the gasolene. I don’t believe it’s the same gang that we were on the trail of before, but we’ll soon find out. Keep together, now.”
They went on for perhaps half a mile farther, when there was a sudden motion among the bushes on the trail ahead of them, and a man’s voice called out:
“Halt!”
It was one of the three men who had, a few days previous, warned Jack and Nat away.
“Where are you going?” the man demanded.
“We were looking for your camp,” said Jack boldly.
“Our camp?”
The man seemed much surprised.
“Yes. We wanted to see what sort of a place you had. We smelled the gasolene, and heard the engine, and——”