"Not a drop."
"Then I'll get some water, doctor," offered Dick, coming forward and taking up a pail.
He went briskly away to the spring where the boys obtained their water supply. The spring was some distance from camp. Dick reached the little glade where the spring lay, and turned down into it. As he did so he saw a movement of the bushes, as though some animal had crawled into shelter.
"Anyway, it wasn't anything as large as a bull," laughed Dick, as he bent over the spring, bucket in hand. He filled the bucket, then set it down on the ground.
"I wonder what is under those bushes?" he muttered, boyish curiosity coming to the surface.
Prying the bushes apart, stepping forward, he suddenly halted, a cry of astonishment coming to his lips.
"You, Tag?" he questioned, in astonishment, gazing down at the sullen face of the larger boy who lay on his back in the thicket.
"Yes; it's Tag, and I'm It," mocked the other.
"What are you doing here?"
"Waiting for you to call your friends, the officers. There's a reward offered for me, I suppose."