"Who could have done it?" gasped Greg.
For the tent was down—-flat. The wagon lay on its side, nor was the horse anywhere in sight.
"Did those rascally tramps follow us and watch their chance?" demanded Dave Darrin hotly.
"I don't believe the tramps did it," spoke Prescott, in a very quiet voice, though an angry flush rose to his face. "I believe that we must look in a different direction for the offenders."
"The rah-rah hoodlums?" gasped Greg Holmes.
"Yes," Dick nodded.
CHAPTER XIV
DICK & CO. MAKE AN APPLE "PIE"
"Then I wish we had 'em here!" sputtered Tom Reade vengefully.
"I could eat two of them at this moment, and without salt!"
"They need salting badly!" growled Dave Darrin angrily.