“Du-du-don’t you su-su-su-see?” cried Tom. “I-i-i-it’s the fu-fu-fellow that su-su-stole the su-su-su-su——!”
“Silver! That’s right, Tommy!” cried Dan. “That’s just who did it. And I said yesterday I was glad he’d got away! I wish one of you chaps would kick me!”
“He was probably hiding in the woods here and saw us undress,” said Bob. “I wish——”
“I wish I had hold of him again,” said Nelson angrily. “What’ll we do?”
“Get to the nearest town as soon as we can and report it to the police,” replied Bob.
“Where is the nearest town? Couldn’t we find a telephone somewhere around? How about those houses over there?”
“It would be a good two miles around there, I guess,” said Bob, consulting his map. “And there’s some sort of a town about a mile and a half ahead of us. We’d better light out for there.”
“All right,” said Nelson.
“I’m glad he left us our clothes, anyhow,” said Dan. “And look, maybe we can find which way he went. Here, Barry, seek him out! Get after him, sir!”
Barry whined and sniffed and ran around, but every time he started off on the trail he lost it and had to come back.