“Yes, Teddy,” said Harry, promptly, and shook hands, and then Link did the same.
All would have overslept on the following morning had not old Runnell called them up ere it was daylight. He had already started the breakfast, and soon some of the others were helping him.
“Oh, must I get up so soon,” sighed Harry. “I could sleep three hours more.”
“No lazybones in this camp, young man,” cried Joe. “Remember, we are going to try to locate those tramps.”
It was a perfect day, with the sun shining brightly over the long stretches of ice and snow. There was no wind, and on every side all was as silent as a tomb, saving for the occasional cry of a winter bird, or the distant barking of a fox.
“This is genuine life in the open,” said Joe. “I tell you what, boys, we couldn’t have a finer outing.”
“I must try for some more pictures,” said Harry, and before he left the camp he loaded his camera with films, so that he would be prepared to “shoot” whatever struck his fancy.
From Teddy they had obtained all the information possible concerning the three tramps, and as soon as they were well on the road to the shore Joel Runnell allowed Teddy to go in the lead.
“Mind ye, I don’t say I can spot the rascals,” said the Irish lad. “But I’ll do me best.”
“That is all anybody can do, Teddy,” answered Joe. “Even if we don’t catch ’em it won’t be such a terrible disappointment, although I’d like to see the fellows brought to justice.”