“I’ve got forty dollars belonging to him. What’s the news, anyway?”
CHAPTER X
THE SWASTIKA
In the morning it began, bright and early. Harry lay alone in the tepee, dead to the world. Mr. Wade had been quietly roused by Gordon and had accorded Harry this resting-place with strict instructions to pay no attention to reveille. Gordon had crept back among the sleeping Hyenas.
It started when the two boys who had gone in search of Harry returned to camp a few minutes after reveille, passing the Hyenas’ tent.
“How’s Walter?” they called to the one or two who had risen promptly.
“All right when we turned in. Any news?”
“No—couldn’t find a sign of his friend. He may have gone back to Ticonderoga. He didn’t come along this road—that’s sure.”
“Maybe he’s up on Dibble Mountain making rice puddings.”
“Keep quiet, you’ll wake him.”
All this Gordon heard in a delicious half-sleep.