“That’s what I cannot tell you right this minute, Phil, but Dick hasn’t been here all night!”
Phil leaped out of his bunk and looked at the spot where their companion usually slept. The blankets were still neatly in place, and it needed only a glance to see that no one had used it that night.
The boys hurried into their clothes and rushed to the office building where Barrows and the camp officers slept. No one was stirring, and Garry was about to pound on the door when he saw the cookee coming from the cookhouse with a pail in each hand for the morning cooking water.
Garry called to him and asked if he had seen Dick that morning.
“Naw,” was the grouchy answer. “Why should I have seen him? I don’t know anything about him.”
The sound of the voices awakened Barrows and he came and stuck his head out of the window.
“What’s the matter?” he asked.
“Why, Dick hasn’t been around all night, and we were looking for him. Have you seen him since last night?” asked Garry.
“I haven’t seen him since the three of you went to your shack last night!”