“He must have been asleep,” nodded White.
“Yes,” agreed Grace. “If awake Stacy would have set up such a howl that none could have failed to hear. When do you think this was done, Mr. White?”
“When we were out looking for the lieutenant. If you will remember, Mr. Brown remained behind.”
“Do you think it wise to follow his trail?” asked Grace.
“No. Not now. I dare not leave the camp. All this may be part of a plan. My duty is here, at least until daylight, when I will get into communication with those who will find both men.”
“You think so, Mr. White?” questioned Elfreda anxiously.
“Yes. It is the work of the same gang, but what their motive is we can only surmise. You and Mrs. Gray may know.”
Elfreda felt her face growing hot, and a retort was on her lips, but she suppressed it.
“Mrs. Gray, if you think I should try to run the trail now, I will do so, but it would be against my judgment. I hope you do not insist,” said White, turning to Grace.
“I believe you are right,” answered Grace. “Come, Elfreda, we will go to our tent, for no serious harm can come either to Hippy or Stacy. They dare not harm them.”