A decisive yes was Jack’s answer and Wallace approved, saying, “Same here.”
“In that case we’ll have to convince the other fellows that we should move,” said Paul.
“Do you think we ought to tell them the rest of the story?” inquired Wallace of his two friends.
Jack shook his head. “I don’t think it will help any or serve any good purpose,” he asserted. “It will only excite them.”
“Yes,” added Paul. “It’s a shame we have to keep it a secret from them, but I think we’re justified. My opinion is that we should convince them somehow that we ought to move. In the meanwhile, just as soon as you two can get away, you’ll slip out quietly and explore the woods for a couple of miles around and return in time for lunch. We’ll break camp and move after lunch.”
As the boys were having breakfast and making wild guesses to solve the mystery, a large airplane appeared in the sky, circled at a very low altitude directly over their camp and then flew away again. The boys stopped eating and kept their eyes glued to the machine. One of the boys remarked, “Wonder who that is and what he wants?”
Someone suggested, “Maybe it’s Major McCarthy looking for us.”
“Don’t be silly,” was the snappy answer of someone else.
Wallace noticed Jack writing something down in his notebook. “What is it you’re writing?” he asked.