"No. Let them take their own time," answered Gif. "With such fine weather they ought to have no trouble in getting away, and there is no use of another row before they start."
The lads prepared a generous breakfast of pancakes and some sausage meat that had been brought along from Timminsport, washed down with a copious supply of hot coffee. As they ate they cast sundry glances at the closed bedroom door, but saw no sign of Glutts or Werner.
"Gee! they must be sleeping like rocks," was Andy's comment.
"You'd think the smell of the pancakes and sausage would wake 'em up on such a cold morning as this," added his twin. "My! but it's good!"
"Perhaps they thought they wouldn't bother us about breakfast and take it out in sleep instead," suggested Fred.
"Say, did any of you fellows get up during the night to get something to eat—crackers or cheese, or anything like that?" questioned Gif quickly.
All of the others shook their heads.
"What makes you ask that question, Gif?" remarked Jack.
"Why, I saw a lot of crumbs scattered over the kitchen table and on the floor."
"Maybe Glutts and Werner got up to get something—" began Fred, and then a sudden idea came into his mind and he gave a start. "Gee! what would you say if they were gone?"