Big Jack Carew was nowhere to be found, and for the first time it came to Andy with a terrible shock that there were times when, thoroughly exhausted, Carew became a somnambulist.
He dropped to his knees beside Fred and shook him mercilessly, at the same time calling Don.
Both men awakened about the same time; neither for the moment having any knowledge of where they were; both muttering against this rude awakening.
"You remember, the plane got away from us; we swam after it; we nearly drowned—all of us," Andy repeated hurriedly. "Remember?"
"Yes," Don answered, sitting up and sensing somehow that something was wrong.
"Well, why tell us about it now?" Fred complained sleepily.
"It's Jack I'm trying to tell you about," Andy answered in a shrill whisper. "He's gone. He isn't anywhere about the grove."
Don was on his feet in an instant, at the same time muttering a groan as he too suddenly put his stiffened joints into action.
The significance of the situation also began to sink into Fred's sleepy brain, and he, too, arose, demanding to know what had awakened Andy, and was he sure Jack was not playing a joke on them, or perhaps had gone down to take a look at the plane.