"It isn't here anyway."
"You mean his diary?" demanded Fred.
"That's exactly what I mean. Your dream was a nightmare and it's likely to be a still bigger one for us."
"Do you think those men took that diary?" asked Grant.
"You can see for yourself," retorted Zeke gruffly.
"Maybe you put it somewhere else," suggested George.
"Huh!" snapped the guide. "I left it right in the pocket. Eight in that there pocket," he added as he again displayed the coat.
"What did they want of it?" inquired John.
"They wanted what you told them about."
"I didn't tell them anything about anything," said John angrily.