"Yah, und I'll go too up," commented Fritz.
So the two started climbing, and Dick gradually worked his way toward the upper branches of an aged oak. When he had almost reached the top he heard a loud crash, and looking below saw his good friend land with a dull thud on the mossy ground beneath.
"What's the trouble?" called Dick.
"Troubles enough," responded the startled boy. "Dot old tree is so shaky dot I don't see how you up climbed him."
This statement occasioned so much laughter on Dick's part, that the old monarch of the forest in retribution pretty nearly landed him on the ground beside Fritz, and it was only by hurriedly grasping the nearest branches and steadying himself that Dick retained his position.
"Veil, vhere is he at?" questioned Fritz, referring to the person whom they had seen making away with their horses.
"Can't see him at all," Dick replied, scanning the road for a view of the vanished horseman. "That's funny, too, Fritz, for I can see way ahead of where he should be."
"Maype he is hiding," conjectured the German.
"By George!" ejaculated Dick.