"Coil it and cast it up here," directed Tad.

This done, he began hauling up the bundles that they made fast to it
below. Finally, this was completed without accident. All hands took
up their packages from that point and started along the winding trail
that led up the mountain side.

"Most peculiar, most peculiar," muttered the Professor.

"Maybe some of those spirits that the Indian was talking about came up
and got him," suggested Stacy, with serious face.

"Maybe," agreed Ned. "But I'd sooner think they would take you if
they were the real bad spirits."

"It is my opinion," declared Professor Zepplin gravely, "that the
spirits that trouble Eagle-eye most are not the supernatural kind. We
certainly drew a prize when we picked him."

"We did," agreed Tad, laughing.

"Next time we'll choose a white man, if we can get one--"

"Hello, he isn't here, either," called Ned, who was the first to reach
the end of the trail at the top.

Tad, close behind him, cast a searching glance about.

"That's not all that is missing, either," he said sharply.