“Do you think he’ll meet our Robin Hood friend again?” Clay asked.
“I think he wants to meet some one,” was the reply. “He never went ashore just to hunt. Who’s to go after him?”
“Perhaps you would better go,” Clay answered, reluctantly, for he was aching for a turn in the woods. “He’ll not suspect you of anything more than a trick if he sees you following him.”
“What did he take that searchlight for?” asked Alex.
“I can’t answer any questions about the boy,” Clay replied, with an expressive shrug of the shoulders. “He appears innocent, loyal, and honest, but he is mixed up in some game which I believe him to be playing under compulsion. You see if it doesn’t come out that way.”
“While I’m away,” Alex went on, “you might take another look for the films. It is quite important that we get them.”
“And when we do,” Clay interrupted, “what do you think we will find there? Just give a guess about it!”
“Unless I’m mistaken,” the other replied, “we’ll find a picture of a tall man with long arms peering out of a canyon back of a campfire.”
“Just my notion! But who is this tall man with long arms, and why does Gran meet him in the forest, and say nothing to us about it? If he is in trouble, why doesn’t he put it up to us to help him?”
“Well, well, well,” chuckled Alex, “here we stand talking about films that never existed, about a campfire that never was, about a pass never on any map, about a pursuer who never lived! And over there on the shore Case is building a big fire. Now, Clay, just remember that there never were any films! We’re not going to have this trip spoiled with any mystery! What is Case building his fire for before he catches a fish?”