“Let’s go up to the tent and peek in,” suggested John.
“Do you think we ought to do that?” Fred protested.
“Why not? We’re not going to steal anything are we?”
“I’m not,” laughed Fred. “Of course I don’t know about you.”
“Come ahead,” urged George. “We’ll just take one look.”
They made their way up from the dock towards the tent. Still no sign of life appeared and when John had stolen one hasty glance inside the tent he reported that no one was in there either.
“Let’s go back,” exclaimed Fred. “There’s no use in staying around here any longer.”
“Come on,” said Grant. “It’s time to eat too.”
“We might eat our luncheon over on that point,” suggested George, indicating a spot about a mile or so distant from the place where they were.
“Eating suits me all right,” exclaimed John. “I must say I’m hungry.”