If this proved to be the case another disappointment awaited the campers, and the rescue of poor Jerry might again be postponed to an unknown time. The sheriff being away, no one could tell when he would receive the letter Bluff was to leave for his perusal, and hence it might be many hours ere a move was made.
By that time the hoboes could have quitted the island and lost themselves in the dense woods of the mainland, while Jerry’s hiding-place would remain unknown, so that he might even die of neglect.
The coming of Will broke in upon Frank’s gloomy communion.
Apparently Will had some reason for excitement. He was holding a developed film in his hand as he rushed up to Frank.
“What do you think it was set my flashlight trap off last night?” he demanded.
“A ’coon, doubtless—that seems most likely,” answered the other, carelessly.
“Guess again,”
“’Possum—wildcat—surely not a bear, though I did hear quite a scramble over in that quarter at the time? Go on and tell me,” said Frank.
For answer Will held the film up so that it was between the light and the eyes of his companion.
“It’s been in the hypo, and is fixed, but not thoroughly washed; but you can see for yourself,” he exclaimed triumphantly.