“What did you do with it?”
Frank answered the question by asking one.
Ned Nestor’s face became serious in a moment. He glanced from one chum to the other, and then went to the shelves and looked them over thoroughly. There was a puzzled line between his eyebrows as he walked back and seated himself beside Jimmie and Frank.
“Honest, now, boys,” he asked, “what does this all mean?”
“Didn’t you get the eatings?” asked Jimmie seriously.
“I certainly did not!” replied Nestor, seriously.
“Now about you, Harry?” Jimmie questioned. “Where did you find a market for all that good provender?”
“Never touched it!” Harry insisted. “I went to bed at nine o’clock, as you all know, and when I awoke the sun was just showing his nose over the foothills.”
“And you were good and hungry, too, just about that time!” Jimmie scoffed. “You must have been hungry to eat all that!”
“Wait a minute, boys,” Ned replied. “There’s something mysterious about this! No wild animal ever entered the cave last night. Some creature on two legs stripped the refrigerator while we slept!”