“We’re sorry it happened, anyway,” said Bob.
“Now,” added Harvey, “there’s another thing, and that’s the tent. Of course you knew we took it, although you couldn’t prove it. You hadn’t any doubt about it, had you?”
“Well,” replied Tom, “we did kind of think so, although we couldn’t be sure.”
“Of course you thought so,” said Harvey, “because nobody else would have done it. However, you are going to get the tent back all right.”
“Hooray!” cried Bob.
“You’re not half so glad as I am,” exclaimed Harvey. “You bet I’m glad we didn’t harm it. It’s safe and sound, and you wouldn’t guess where it is in a hundred years. It’s up in the old haunted house, stuffed away in the garret, under the eaves. We didn’t dare keep it and we didn’t want to destroy it. In fact, we had decided to put it back on the point some day, after we had kept it as long as we wanted to.”
“We’ll set it up again this afternoon,” cried Tom.
“No, you won’t,” answered Harvey, quickly. “We’re going to do that for you, that is, if you will let us. We want to put it up in as good shape as it was before. We’ll feel better about it then, eh, fellows?”
“That’s right,” responded Joe Hinman. And the others nodded assent.
“Now, one thing more,” said Harvey. “You saw what we had in the cave. There were some things that belonged to Spencer, and one of the first things I do to-day will be to go up there and settle up with him. Then I’ll feel as though I was ready to start fair again.