"I don't know," Bart replied.
A moment later a figure appeared around a turn in the road.
"It's Frank!" exclaimed Ned.
"Who?" asked Mr. Hardman.
"Frank Roscoe; our chum," Bart said. "He has come to meet us."
"Frank Roscoe!" exclaimed Mr. Hardman, and the boys could see he was
much excited.
"Frank Roscoe here! If I had known that!"
He turned suddenly and hurried past the boys, retracing his way along the
corduroy road into the depths of the forest.
"I have forgotten some papers!" he exclaimed, not turning his head. "I
must have left them on the bank where we ate lunch. I'll get them. Don't
wait for me. I can find my way back."
Then he was gone, a curve in the road hiding him from sight. But by this
time Frank had come up to his chums. He saw Mr. Hardman's sudden retreat,
and had caught the words the man called back to the boys. At the sound of
them Frank broke into a run.
"What's the matter?" cried Bart, surprised at his friend's action.
"I must catch that man!" exclaimed Frank, as he raced past his chums.
For a moment the three boys were so surprised they did not know what to
make of it.
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