"I think," yawned Dick, "this search will lead to the same result that the others did during the night. About all we can do is to go back to camp."
The sun was up by the time that all six members of Dick & Co. were once more gathered about the remains of their campfire.
"I don't know what you fellows are going to do," yawned Tom Reade.
"As for me, at present a nap looks better than any shower bath
or breakfast that was ever invented. No matter how much objection
I hear, I'm going to get an hour or two more of sleep."
That idea met with rather a hearty reception. Within three minutes all six high school boys were lying between blankets again, composed for sleep.
No more explosions came to disturb their slumbers, which were deep and broken only when at last Dick Prescott called out:
"Fellows, we're regular Rip Van Winkles! It's half-past nine o'clock!"
"And we've that lake mystery to solve today!" uttered Greg Holmes, leaping up.
CHAPTER XII
DICK MAKES A FIND
"Now, I don't know how it is going to hit the rest of you," remarked Tom Reade, as he put down his coffee cup at the end of the hasty breakfast, "but I'll confess that I'm not wholly keen about solving the puzzle of the lake mystery."