Jimmie, seems to me to be possessed of almost human intelligence!"
The lads gathered closer around the shears, one blade of which Ned
was still holding out for inspection. There was the blood, and there
was the long, blonde hair!

"Hit him on the belfry!" Jimmie grinned. "Knocked off a shingle and
brought away a piece of it! Now, why did the Chink run away? That's
what I'd like to know!"

"Where did the man get the Chink's dress?" asked Oliver. "That's what
you'd better be asking? Why did the Chink let him in and then loan
him the dress?"

"I rather think that's why the Chinaman ran away!" laughed Ned. "You
boys seem to have reasoned it all out. He might have let the sneak in
and then let him have some of his own clothes to wear! And that will
make trouble for us!"

"Do you think the fellow heard about the Camera Club trip, and the
object of it?" asked Oliver. "If he was scared away half an hour ago
he didn't learn much, for we hadn't begun to talk much about it at
that time!"

"He may not have heard anything important," Ned replied, "but the
fact that he was sent here to listen is significant! Some one in
Washington knows that we have been chosen to search the mountains for
the prince! Some one knows that we are going out as an innocent-
looking Boy Scout Camera Club, but really to find the boy. Now, what
will that person do to the Camera Club, after we get out into the
mountains?"