"I wonder if there are any powder works off in this wilderness?" asked Danny Grin.
But Dick, who had now dressed as fully as he intended to do, save for the lacing of his shoes, now came back from the doorway of the tent with the lantern, the wick of which he was turning up.
"No powder mills in this part of the world," he declared. "But, gracious! The explosion seemed big enough."
Tom Reade stepped over to Prescott, whispering in the latter's ear:
"What if this is another chapter in the lake mystery that we struck this afternoon?"
"That's possible," nodded Dick.
"What are you two fellows whispering about?" called Hazelton.
"We're using whispers in case there's anyone else near enough to hear speaking voices," Prescott explained in a low tone.
That was enough to fan the curiosity of the others, who, partially dressed, crowded about Prescott and Reade.
Leaving the lantern in the tent, Dick & Co. gathered in the darkness in the open air.