"We've had company," grinned George.
"I wish they would come every day," added Larry. "They have sense whoever they are, even if they turn our tent topsy-turvy. But wait. We've got those girls now. We know they are somewhere about, and we'll find them if it takes all day and all night to do it."
CHAPTER XIX
THE TRAMP CLUB FINDS A CLUE
"Hello! What's this?"
Larry, stooping over, picked up a piece of filmy linen.
"A handkerchief, isn't it?" asked Sam.
"Let me see that, please," demanded George Baker. Larry handed it to him. "It's a girl's handkerchief, boys. And here are two initials in one corner. Hello! 'H.B.' What does that stand for?"