“There was plenty there this morning,” said Biff. “What happened to it?”
“Stolen. Come and see for yourselves.”
They all trooped into the kitchen.
Chet had spoken only too truly. All their food supplies had disappeared. The shelves had been swept clear. The lads gazed at the empty kitchen in consternation.
“Well, what do you know about that?” breathed Joe.
“Old Mother Hubbard had nothing on us,” muttered Biff.
Frank’s face was serious.
“I guess you were right, Joe, when you said you saw some one on the island. Some thief has been here while we were away. That’s a mighty mean trick. He hasn’t left us even a loaf of bread.”
“And a fine chance we have of getting any to-night, either,” Biff pointed out. “We can’t get back to town in this storm.”
The boys were disconsolate. The prospect was cheerless. After an entire afternoon in the open their appetites had been whetted to razor edge.