Don's heart almost stood still.
"Maybe." Larkins stood up and walked slowly toward the brush.
Don felt Tim gather his muscles. He knew what that meant. If discovery was certain, Tim was prepared to spring out and cry "Capture!" and let Mr. Wall decide.
"Say," Rood called, "what's that?"
Larkins paused suspiciously. "What's what?"
"Down there. Looks like a canteen."
"Get it." Larkins turned quickly from the brush. Don buried his face in his arm so that the searcher would not hear his sigh of relief.
Rood brought back the canteen. "I could see another haversack, too. I bet they heard us and are making a run for it after dropping everything." His voice shook with excitement.
"We've got to get on then," cried Larkins. "Where's the other haversack? Which way? Never mind bothering with it. Spread out. No use being cautious—not until we think we're getting close."
He ran straight on. Rood sprinted off at an angle.