Tad laughed good-naturedly.
"Guess I didn't give them any such fright as that. How is Philip this evening?"
"Sound asleep. It's doing the boy good. He hasn't slept like this since his illness last spring."
"I wish he might go on with us and spend the summer out of doors."
"H-m-m-m," mused Mr. Simms. "I am afraid he would be too great a care. No, Tad, the boy is a little too young. Where are you going next?"
"I am not sure."
"Well, let me know when you find out and we will talk it over. Fine night for a raid of any kind, isn't it?"
"Yes, sir," answered Tad, glancing up at the black clouds.
"Good luck to you to-night. You and your partner must take care of yourselves. Do not take any unnecessary risk. You will have done your part in using your keen young eyes to see that no one gets near the camp."
"I should feel better if I had a gun," laughed the boy.
"Somehow—but no, I guess it is not best."