“Someone was out of bed in the night!” insisted Frank. “I heard someone walking around the cave and stirring up the fire. It must have been about midnight, or a little after.”
“It wasn’t me!” Jimmie declared, continuing his search in the cupboard for more eatables. “It sure wasn’t me up in the night!”
After continuing his examination of the refrigerator for a moment, he handed the search light to Frank and sat down on a corner of the table.
“Look here, Frank,” he said, “take this search light and see if you can find anything at all in that refrigerator. I left canned beans in there, and condensed milk, and a tomato can full of sugar, and about a dozen eggs! Now you just take this light and see if you can find anything like that on the shelves. I’m flabbergasted!”
Frank’s face showed only amusement as he took the flashlight and threw its rays over the rude shelves. When he saw that Jimmie had not been joking over the disappearance of the food, but had told the exact truth, he, too, sat down on a corner of the table and looked about the cavern suspiciously. When the boy’s eyes met, they grinned sheepishly.
“Go and ask Jack,” Frank finally suggested.
Leaving their cooling breakfast on the table, both boys finally dashed out of the cave and ran around a sharp corner or rock to where Jack Bosworth was broiling bear steak.
“Did you do it, Jack?” Frank shouted as they came up to him.
“You bet I did!” Jack replied, turning a very red face to his chums, and drawing his now thoroughly cooked steak from the fire. “You bet I did do it. What is it?”
“How did you ever manage it?” asked Jimmie with a wrinkling of his freckled nose.