“All right,” answered the Irish lad, willingly, and set off at once, whistling merrily as he trudged along.
As luck would have it, Joel Runnell was busy skinning some rabbits found in the traps. Consequently he did not notice the actions of the boys and inside of a minute after Teddy left the camp they were following him up.
“Don’t let him see you,” whispered Joe to the others. “If he does the game will be spoilt.”
“You keep out of sight yourself,” returned Bart.
“And don’t talk so loud,” came from Fred. “Remember, it’s so quiet just now a fellow’s voice carries further than you imagine.”
After that they remained silent and took good care that Teddy should not see them.
All unconscious of the trick about to be played upon him, the Irish lad trudged on and on, until he was quarter of a mile from camp.
“Hello, boys!” he called out. “Where are you?”
No answer came back, and he continued to move on, until a sudden stir in some bushes caused him to halt. It was after sunset and the woods appeared dim and ghostly.
“I say, where are you?” he went on. “Link! Harry!”