When Stella went to look for Singing Bird that evening she could not be found. The alarm was passed to the boys, and a thorough search of the camp was begun, but the girl could not be found.
"She has done what I told her not to do," said Ted. "She has left camp, and that precious rascal has captured her. But he will not wring her secret from her. I am convinced that she would die first."
"But what are we going to do about her?" asked Stella. "We can't let her remain where she is."
"Where is she?" he asked whimsically.
"Where is she?" Stella repeated the question excitedly. "Do you suppose that I would be here if I knew. I don't know where she is, but I'm going to find out."
"Not to-night, Stella, surely."
"Yes, to-night. Right now."
"But——"
"There's no buts in this at all. Who wants to help me find Singing Bird?"
Every fellow in the outfit stepped forward.