“And you wanted to know all about the Englishman, too, didn’t you?” chuckled Carl.
“Oh, we’ll capture the Englishman without much trouble,” Harris replied. “As I told you before, we have men out after him.”
“I should think you fellows would be afraid of the smugglers!” Carl suggested. “I’ve heard stories about smugglers being in this country!”
“What kind of smugglers?” asked Harris.
“Whiskey smugglers!”
“Oh, they’re a cheap lot!” declared Harris. “They wouldn’t dare molest a party of gentlemen out on a hunting trip!”
“Had you heard anything about smugglers being here?” asked Carl.
“Certainly not!” was the reply.
Carl chuckled to himself softly in the darkness of the tent. The red and green signals had, of course, informed him that this party of alleged gentlemen was holding communication with some one on the shelf which had been occupied by the smugglers, and also holding communication with the same signals which had been used from the smugglers’ fire.
Naturally the boy was anxious for the safety of Mr. Havens, temporarily unable to defend himself in case of attack, and his chums. When daylight came he moved out of the tent hoping to be able to get away on foot without attracting attention.