"What was it?" demanded Dave.
"Come on! We ought to catch him yet!" cried young Prescott, turning and running into the woods. But Dick's eyes were not quite as keen as they had been, and Darry, once he had the general direction, outstripped his chum in the race.
Once away from the blazing fire of oil-soaked wood, however, the boys found themselves at a disadvantage in the woods. At last Darry stopped, listening. Then, hearing sounds, he wheeled, dashing at a figure.
"Get out with you, Darry!" laughed Prescott good-humoredly.
"I thought you were——-"
"The other fellow! Yes; I know," laughed Dick.
"Where is he? Listen!"
But only the night sounds of the woods answered them.
"We'd better put for camp," whispered Dick, "or that fellow will slip around us and pillage the supplies before we get there."
Dave started back at a dog trot, Dick following at a more leisurely gait. Both were soon by the campfire again.