"We'll make him! If he hasn't got your dog, Rick, maybe the sailor has, and we'll find out where he went. We've got to stay here until that junk fellow comes back. He'll come all right. He won't go away and leave his horse and wagon."
"Where can we stay?" asked Rick.
"In the log cabin, of course," answered Chot. "Some of the older Boy Scouts camp out here two or three nights. There's a fireplace in the cabin where you can cook, and an old oil stove; and there's some sleeping bunks. Course it isn't real good, but Boy Scouts don't mind."
"Do you mean we should stay camping out here all night?" asked Rick, and his voice had a strange awesome note in it.
"Sure, stay camping here all night—or until the junk man comes back," answered Chot. "Why not?"
"I'd have to ask my mother," Rick said. "I promised to be back before night, and it's almost dark now."
Chot thought this over a moment or two before answering.
"I'll tell you what we can do," he said. "We'll all go back home—we got to get things to eat, anyhow, and some blankets. Then we'll come back here and stay all night."
"All alone?" asked Tom.
"There's three of us," retorted Chot. "I stayed out all night once with some Boy Scouts. Course we had the Scout Master with us——"