"Hist!" he called. "There's someone at our canned goods stock, and I think it's Tag!"
In a twinkling Dick and Dave were by Hazelton's side. The heavy rain supplied a curtain like a light fog.
"I think that's Tag!" muttered Dick. "We'll go after him."
There was a quick diving into rubber coats. Dick and Dave were first to get outside.
But the figure seen through the rain was already under way, heading away from the tent. This figure, just as it stole under the great trees, turned to point a sawed-off shotgun their way.
"That's Tag," muttered Dick. "Come on; we'll catch him."
"Yes; if he'll kindly permit us to get close to him," rejoined
Darry, as he ran at Dick's side.
Evidently the figure ahead had made a successful raid on the food, for he carried a gunnysack, and that appeared to have a load inside.
"We can catch him—-if we can run fast enough," declared Dick, for just then the fugitive darted ahead with renewed speed.
"Unless he stops us with the gun," objected Dave.