“Well, it happened just as I thought it would,” Dick was saying.
“What do you mean?” demanded his companion, wonderingly.
“Look around, and tell me if you see our visitors,” the other went on.
And Roger, turning his eyes in the quarter where the squaw and her charge had been lying, was astonished and dismayed to find that they had disappeared.
CHAPTER XXI
THE PICTURE WRITING ON THE BARK
“Why, they’re gone!” the backwoods boy exclaimed, as he stared hard at the spot where he had supposed their visitors were still lying.
The blanket was there, carefully folded over a stick of wood, so as to give the impression at first glance that some one might be underneath, though Roger now saw that this could not be so.