"You get me, Horrors. Kingdon and his gang."
"Whoo!" puffed Pudge. "That couldn't be them in the cat?"
"It might," Ben Comas said in evident gloom.
"Those fellows aren't cannibals, I suppose?" proposed the laughing Pence.
"Supposin' Enos Quibb shows up again?" retorted Ben. "Then we will be in a pickle."
"Bah! you're a reg'lar grumbler, Ben," scoffed Kirby.
"Well, if it's those Walcott Hall fellows out there——"
"If anybody's out there," drawled Pence. "Let's wait till daylight before worrying over that. Your lead, Pudge."
At that moment Rex was startled—if those under the canvas were not—by a half smothered cry from the other side of the tent, and the fall of a heavy body.
"Ugh!" was expelled from the lungs of the victim of this accident, and Rex knew he must have fallen over a guy rope. He darted swiftly around the lighted tent, hearing a sibilant "Sh!" from within as the quartette forgot their cards to listen. Rex was convinced that he knew the meaning of the disturbance—and who caused it; but before spying the victim of the accident he saw the fly of the second tent parted, and a crouching figure darted out.