So the box lay there through the forenoon, and Dick & Co. did little else but wonder and guess as to its contents.
Any member of Dick & Co. would have taken the risk of opening it, had he been chosen by his comrades to do so; but not one of them wanted one of the other fellows to take the risk.
In the meantime Greg Holmes could scarcely curb his rising curiosity.
CHAPTER VIII
THE MAN WITH THE HAUNTING FACE
The noon meal had been eaten, and the camp put to rights. The water before them and the woods behind them called to nature-loving Dick & Co., yet the invitations were ignored.
What could be in the innocent-looking box? That was the question that held six minds in the thraldom of curiosity.
"I can't stand this suspense any longer!" muttered Reade towards three o'clock in the afternoon.
"Open the box yourself," prompted Danny Grin.
"I will," offered Reade, advancing toward the box. "I don't care if it's a ton of dynamite, all fixed up with clock work and automatic fuses. I want to find it out."