"If there's anyone coming I'd better slip into the shadow of the canvas," Prescott told himself, acting accordingly.
Presently the stealthy steps sounded nearer to the camp.
"Someone is coming, as sure as fate," Dick said to himself. "Shall I rouse one or two of the other fellows? But they might alarm the prowler. I'll handle him myself."
CHAPTER XI
A HARD PROWLER TO CATCH
It was the prowler.
Close to the tent he stopped to listen to the heavy breathing that came from the sound young sleepers. Dick crouched farther back into the shadow.
Uttering a low grunt, that was half chuckle, the prowler slipped along in the darkness, making toward the cupboards.
"My friend, I want a little talk with you," suddenly spoke Dick
Prescott, slipping up behind the uninvited visitor.
The prowler wheeled quickly about.