"Wish there was now!" added Dave.
"So do I. If one of the teachers had come, those boys wouldn't be playing their pranks this way."
"What's the matter?" shouted Mr. Kramer, coming out on the ledge before his door. "What are you youngsters howling about?"
"We can't find two of the boys."
"Can't find 'em! Where were they when you see 'em last?"
"They came over from camp with us, and we all began to fish; that's the last any of us saw of them."
"Humph! that's a nice business," said the light-keeper thoughtfully, knocking the ashes out of his pipe, and tucking it in the pocket of his monkey-jacket.
"We didn't miss them until we made our fires and were cooking our fish."
Jacob Kramer said nothing, but started across the ledge that paved his yard.
"How long have you been over there fishing?"