“Well, of course it’s about Jerry,” began Frank.
“That goes without saying. You’re not thinking of starting out in the night to make another hunt for him, are you?” demanded Will, arousing to the fact that perhaps he might be left alone in camp, and under the circumstances he would not enjoy that very much.
“Somehow a new idea has flashed into my head. I don’t know that there is anything to it, but somehow I’m unable to dismiss it. The fact of Pet Peters being bold enough to sneak up here and try to make way with one of our canoes gave me this thought,” said Frank.
“Go on, please,” urged Will, while Bluff awaited the disclosure with equal anxiety.
“Perhaps those fellows are responsible for Jerry’s disappearance!”
“What! the Peters crowd? Strange that none of us thought of that before,” declared Bluff.
“Then you agree with me that there is a chance that way?” asked Frank.
“I wouldn’t put it past them a minute,” replied Bluff.
“But what would they want with him? They’re not so desperate as the hoboes, and, besides, you remember that Mr. Dodd warned them he meant to run the lot in if they kept pestering us,” ventured Will.
“Oh! that was away last Fall. Those fellows have forgotten all about that by this time. Frank, I’m inclined to agree with you. In that case, what had we better do? Take the guns and make a sudden attack on their camp?”