CHAPTER V

NO NEED TO WORK FOR PENNIES


"I---I didn't see how it could do any harm," sniveled young Drew.

"Perhaps it didn't," Tom admitted. "So far, it has resulted only
in our being ambushed and all but murdered. Now, where did they
take our tents and the other stuff?"

"I don't know," declared Alf. "Are the tents gone?" He answered
so promptly that Reade believed him.

"Very much so," replied Reade, releasing his grip on Drew's shoulder.
"Come on, friends, we'll hunt further."

"Say, what was that big explosion?" asked Alf, running after the
party when he found himself being left alone.

"No time to talk until we find our camp stuff," Tom called back
over his shoulder.

"I'll help you," proposed Alf eagerly.

"You're full of helpfulness," Reade jibed.