He turned and darted quickly inside the tent while his three companions were completely mystified by his strange behavior. They gazed after him in amazement.
“What’s he after?” asked John in a whisper.
“Maybe he went for the gun,” suggested Fred.
“I wonder if he did,” exclaimed Grant. “We mustn’t have that,” and he started to follow George inside the tent.
Just as he was about to lift the flap and enter, however, George suddenly appeared. He held one of the young campers’ big balsam pillows in each hand and he wore a queer expression on his face. His three friends looked at him in amazement not unmixed with alarm.
“What are you going to do?” demanded Grant.
“Ssh!” hissed George. “Watch me.”
He cautiously stole forward in the direction of the two men. His companions were too surprised to make any effort to restrain him. Open-mouthed they stood and watched him stealthily approach the tree underneath which the two rough-looking men were seated.