"Because none of the fellows have been off that way." Dave pointed out the direction.
"Guess you are right!"
"Well, there's no way of telling which way he went after reaching the lake. So we must try to follow the thing up from this mysterious drawing."
"All right, Chubby, we will."
"Makes a fellow feel kind of creepy when he thinks that some one was prowling around the camp early this morning," observed Tom Clifton. "If we only had a dog—"
"But not of the Bowser kind," laughed Bob. "I wish we could find out what it was that made those funny screeches," he added, reflectively.
"The mystery may be solved before our trip is over," said Dave Brandon, with a yawn. "I won't let it bother me."
"But we don't want to get chewed all to bits," broke in Tom Clifton, nervously. "Whew—hope we don't hear those awful yells again to-night."
When the boys finally turned in, more than one lay awake for some time, listening in nervous apprehension for any indications of the strange beast.
After breakfast next morning, Sladder and Musgrove put in an appearance.