"He hasn't been here," said Mollie in a low voice.
"No, there's the packet of lunch," went on Grace pointing to it. "We may need it ourselves."
Betty said nothing, but in the semi-darkness her chums could see the worried look on her face.
Suddenly there was a crashing through the underbrush, announcing the approach of someone.
"Here he comes!" exclaimed Amy.
"Let's call!" suggested Grace.
"Wait a minute," advised Betty.
The figure of a young man came into view. He looked about him nervously, turning his head from side to side like a timid bird.
"That isn't Tom!" said Mollie.
Low as her voice was the youth heard. He fairly leaped forward, and Betty, as she had a better glimpse of him, spoke: