"Listen!"
Both remained silent for several minutes, but nothing out of the ordinary reached their ears.
"We may as well give it up, Sam. It is growing dark and there is no telling where this search would lead us. We might even get lost in the woods."
They retraced their steps as quickly as they could to where they had left the rowboat.
"What luck?" queried Fred.
"None; he got away from us."
"It's too bad," said Powell; and then the return to the camp was made without further delay.
CHAPTER XXIV
MORE RIVALRY
"Do you mean to tell me that you saw Arnold Baxter?" exclaimed Dick, after listening to Sam and Tom's story.