The camp, as Sam had predicted, was “drowned.” Nevertheless, the sun would repair all damage, inasmuch as the bread, the tenderest article of food in their cupboard, fortunately had escaped the wetting.
Before a huge bonfire the boys partially dried their blankets, and then retired to the near-by horse-shed to sleep.
Ere the mosquitoes had fully found them they were beyond annoyance, and roundly snoring, while about their heads the little wood mice rustled through the straw.
Not until morning did it occur to them that they had not found the missing knife!
The Ghost of the Indian Mounds.