“You didn’t make any mistake?” said Pepper.
“No, you can go and see for yourself. They have a regular camp located there.”
The other boys were curious, and followed the young major along the brook and to the campfire beyond. True enough, Shaff and Callax were there, taking it easy beside the campfire. They had built themselves a rude shelter of tree-boughs and brushwood, in front of which was a beautiful rug. In front of a tree hung a looking-glass and on a bench rested a washbowl and a shoe-blacking outfit.
“Lay low—we don’t want them to spot us,” whispered Jack.
“What are they talking about?” whispered Andy.
“Everything in general. They are certainly crazy.”
“We ought to let Mr. Strong know of this,” said Pepper.
The boys watched the two men for some time and saw that it was probable they would remain in the camp that night.
“I have an idea,” said Pepper. “Andy can ride to the school and tell Mr. Strong, while Jack and I watch the men. If they go away we can follow and see where they go to.”
So it was arranged, and a little later Andy rode off on Jack’s wheel. Jack and Pepper kept well out of sight, but made certain that Shaff and Callax should not slip them in the darkness which was now settling down upon all sides.