minutes. In that case our tormentors may be getting ready to
plan something now. So let's hike for the road at once."

Dick led the way, all three boys moving as noiselessly as they
could. Prescott posted his friends, then chose his own post,
so that they were stationed at intervals of about a hundred yards.
All had hiding places within plain view of this rough country
road.

Now the time dragged again. Strain their ears as they might,
none of these young outposts of Dick & Co. could hear a single
suspicious sound. They must have remained there all of three
quarters of an hour.

Bang! sounded a terrific crash. Tom and Greg, without showing
themselves in the road, hurriedly, silently reached their leader.

"Pshaw!" uttered Prescott in disgust. "With all our care we were
on the wrong side of camp to be near the explosion. Come along,
now, but don't make any noise if you can help it, and don't step
out into the road. We'll go straight toward that latest noise.
If it takes all summer we're simply bound to find out who is
trying to blow up these woods just to scare out a few little rabbits
like ourselves!"




CHAPTER XI