"He's hunting 'possum," answered Tad. An hour later Ned Rector came sauntering in.
"Hullo, did you drive out any 'possum?" called Cad.
"Narry a 'poss," answered Ned carelessly. "I thought I'd leave them for you fellows. I didn't want to hog the whole game, you know."
"Are the other two holding the bags open?"
"I don't know. I suppose they are. They'll be even with you for that," answered Ned.
"By the way, Mr. Withem," said Tad strolling towards him, "I thought we were going to meet Captain McKay here."
"The captain is not here," replied the lieutenant with some reservation in his tone.
"Will he be here before we leave?"
"I can't say. Captain Billy may be here in the morning, then again he may not. If you miss him here, he will see you some other time. He wants to know you, pardner," smiled the lieutenant. "Where is the fat boy?"
"Holding the 'possum bag down in the bush," answered Tad with a grim smile.