“Watch your step!” warned Tom.
All hands started after Nora, each one feeling instinctively that something was wrong with Lieutenant Wingate. They ran shouting, but there was no response to their hails.
“He isn’t here! Hippy! Oh, Hippy!” wailed Nora Wingate.
“Take it easy. He must be somewhere about,” begged Tom Gray. “Jim, get a light.”
“All right, if you’ll tell me where to find it,” retorted the guide.
“Your pocket light, Grace,” suggested Elfreda.
“I’ll see if I can find it,” answered Grace, hurrying back to her flattened tent. She soon returned with the pocket lamp and with it they began searching for Hippy. Not a trace of him did they discover.
“Mebby he fell down and rolled away,” suggested Jim Badger.
Tom took the lamp from Grace and began creeping down the sloping rocks.
“You folks stay where you are,” he called.