"But somebody will have to watch him," answered Dave. "I'll do it if you want me to."
"That wouldn't be quite fair, Dave," broke in Phil. "If he has got to be watched, let us take turns at doing it."
"We might bind him fast to the cot," suggested Mr. Wadsworth.
"He's so slick I'd be afraid to risk that," answered Dave. "I'll not mind staying up watching him."
"Let us all take a hand at it," broke in Ben. "Every fellow can go on guard-duty for two hours, and call the next fellow." And so, after a little discussion, the matter was arranged.
"I suppose I'm not to have anything to eat?" grumbled Link Merwell, a little later, when they were arranging to place him in the woodshed, which was a small lean-to of the Wadsworth bungalow. This place was used for the storage of firewood, but just now was almost empty.
"Oh, yes, we'll see to it that you get something to eat," answered Mrs. Wadsworth, quickly.
"I haven't had a square meal for twenty-four hours," went on the prisoner.
"Give him all he wants, but nothing fancy," said Mr. Wadsworth. "He deserves nothing but the plainest kind of victuals."
"Where have you kept yourself since you ran away from Mr. Appleby's camp?" questioned Phil, curiously.