No sooner was the shelter under the rocks gained than he let out a wild howl.
"The things are all gone! Somebody has robbed us!"
Bob was right. During their absence the camp had been visited by some thief, and now everything, including the ropes and the cooking utensils, as well as their supply of food, was missing.
CHAPTER XXVI.
LOOKING FOR THE CAMPING OUTFIT.
For the moment, all stood aghast over the discovery which had been made.
"This is Joseph Farvel's work!" cried Robert Menden, when he could speak. "He means to make us quit the search and go back to San Juan."
"The pesky rascal!" muttered old Jacob. "Jest wish I could lay hands on him, thet's all!"
"What is we ter do?" queried Danny. "I can't git no supper wid nuthin' ter work wid."
"This is certainly a bad fix," said Don. Then he looked at Dash. "Too bad, eh, old boy?"
"I forgot Dash!" cried Dick. "I wonder if he can't follow the trail of the thief?"