“Perhaps he wanted to get that bag out of camp!” suggested Jimmie.
“What’s the answer to that?” asked Carl.
“Suppose this Neil Howell recognized that bag as one formerly owned by the man he played cards with?”
“That’s another dream!” Carl laughed.
“Anyhow,” Jimmie said, “I’m going up in the Louise and find that camp!”
“And I’m going with you,” Carl grinned.
“Can’t I go anywhere without one of you boys tagging along?” demanded Jimmie in mock anger.
“It’s a shame for you to say such things!” declared Carl. “After the number of times we’ve saved your life!”
“All right!” laughed Jimmie. “Come along if you want to!”
“If I were you,” Mr. Havens advised, “I wouldn’t try to land near the camp if you succeed in locating it. The song of the motors can be heard a long way off, you know, and the campers will be sure to know that an aeroplane is in the vicinity.”