“Well, go on out and stir up another mess of visitors,” laughed Mr. Havens. “And when you find this camp,” he added, “don’t land anywhere near it and try to creep in on the campers. All you’ve got to do is to come back and tell us where it is!”
“All right!” laughed Jimmie. “I’ll make a map of the country so any one can find it.”
The two boys were soon away in the Louise, and then Ben and the Englishman went to Mr. Havens’ tent to further talk over the situation. The millionaire was very much inclined to ask the Englishman just why he had left his camp, but finally decided not to do so.
DuBois was very thoughtful and not inclined to join in the conversation. More than once they saw him step to the flap of the tent and look out over the valley. On such occasions he seemed nervous and anxious.
“Are you expecting company?” Ben asked after one of these visits.
“I heard some talk about people watching the camp, don’t you know,” the Englishman replied, “and it rawther got on me mind!”
“There won’t any one come here in the daytime,” Ben urged.
“Did you see the faces of the men who came this morning?” asked the boy turning to Mr. Havens.
“I didn’t say that I saw men,” smiled the aviator. “I said that I thought I saw a man looking toward the camp.”
“Did you see his face?” insisted the Englishman.