“Gone,” he said.
“Gone,” echoed Bob and Frank, as with one voice, in a tone of stupefaction.
It was true. Where their radio set had stood was now nothing but bare space.
For a moment or two, all three boys were too bewildered to speak. All they could do was to stare.
Then Bob became energized, and sprang for the tent flap.
“Where are you going?” demanded Frank.
“To tell Mr. Hampton,” Bob replied.
“Let’s see what else is missing first. Evidently there’s been a thief here.”
Bob turned back and helped in the rapid inspection of the tent. None of their possessions was missing except the radio.
“Funny a Negro should take that,” mused Jack, as they looked at each other in growing puzzlement. “Most of them who have seen us use it look on it as a white man’s magic and wouldn’t touch it with a ten-foot pole.”