"Well," said Sam, with a long breath, "I call that a pretty mean trick."
"The duffer who did it ought to be ducked in the river," said little Tommy Clifton.
"I'll bet there is some more mystery back of this," declared Bob, angrily. "Wish I could get my hands on that fellow."
"Can't be that—that—" began Dave Brandon, hesitatingly.
"That Nat Wingate had anything to do with it?" interrupted Bob, understanding his meaning. "No! He may be pretty fresh—still, I don't believe he's the one."
"Perhaps he won't be so much surprised, though, when he hears about it," broke in Sam Randall, who seemed to have a different opinion.
"Well, there's no use in yelling our heads off," declared Dave Brandon; "it certainly was a mean trick, but the damage can be repaired in short order."
"That isn't the point, Chubby—why should any one want to play such a trick on us?"
Dave laughed.
"You've got me there, Bob," he said. "If the Trailers didn't do it, it means that some one was prowling around the camp last night."