"You dreamed it, Dave," charged Greg Holmes.
"No, I didn't, either," muttered Darrin, joining the group of puzzled youngsters. "I saw the face as plainly and positively as I see any of your faces."
"It's hard to believe that," muttered Tom, shaking his head.
"I was wide awake, and my eyesight is good," Darry insisted.
"Then where has your man gone?" asked Dick. "If he had run to any point near here we would have found him."
Dave Darrin began to pry about, looking for some concealed opening near the base of the cleft, rock. He explored diligently, but could find no such clue as he had hoped.
"Nonsense! I'm going back to camp," declared Tom Reade.
"So'm I," Hazelton agreed.
"Dave can't have been mistaken," offered Greg.
"Thank you for one trusting soul," said Dave gratefully.