"Probably went up with the twister," suggested Ned.
"Yes, I heard his voice and it seemed to be right over my head," nodded Tad. "We must look for him."
The lads set up a shout as they started running about
"Better look for him that way," directed the guide, motioning in the direction that the funnel had taken after wrecking their camp.
The boys spread out, calling and searching excitedly over the sand, peering into the sage brush and cactus shadows. But not a trace of Stacy Brown did they find, until they had gone some distance from camp.
A faint call at last answered their hail.
"Hooray! We've got him!" shouted Walter.
"Where are you, Chunky?" called Tad, hurrying forward.
"Here."
"Are you all right?"