Reade came back into camp.

"I don't like the looks of this, fellows," he announced. "There's
something wrong. Something has happened to one or both of the
fellows. They left here before eight o'clock, and now it's twenty
minutes of eleven. If everything had been all right, they'd have
been back here by half-past nine o'clock at the latest."

"Suppose we haul down the tent, pack the outfit and move on down
the road, looking for some trace of them," proposed Greg.

"No; that would delay the start too much," Tom replied, with a
shake of his head. "Whoever goes out to hunt for Dick and Dave
must move fast and not be tied to a horse and wagon. I'm going,
for one. Who will go with me?"

"I will," promptly answered Dan, Harry and Greg, all in one breath.

"We'll have to leave one fellow to watch the camp," Reade answered,
with a shake of his head. "Hazy, I'm afraid the lot will have
to fall to you."

"I'd rather go with you," Hazelton declared.

"Of course you would," Tom assented. "But at least one good man
must stay here and look after our outfit. So you stay, Harry,
and Dan and Greg will go with me."

"Going to take the lantern?" asked Greg, jumping up.