CHAPTER XXVII
GATHERING CLOUDS
Pop! pop! pop!
"Listen to that, will you?" shouted William, as he jumped to his feet, and waved his arms above his head to attract attention.
It was the following day. The night had passed without any alarm, and the squad of scouts posted on the side of the mountain with instructions to shower stones on Ted and his allies should any attack be made on the camp, had their labor for their pains, since nothing happened out of the ordinary.
During the middle of the morning, while many of the scouts were at work developing plates, and printing pictures that had already been taken, suddenly there came on the breeze that quick pulsating sound, so unlike anything one might expect to hear up in this vast solitude.
"It's Ward's motorcycle!" cried Jud Elderkin, almost upsetting the daylight film-tank in his eagerness to gain his feet.
"Yes, and he's coming down the old road like
fun," remarked another of the boys with a laugh; "reckon a wildcat or something is after him!"
"There he is!" called Philip Towne, pointing to an opening among the trees; and immediately adding, "no he's gone past. Look what's that chasing him?"