"Yes, and he said he must have left them on the bank where we ate lunch,"
responded Bart. "But did either of you observe him have any papers in his
hands? I guess not. He didn't look at a single paper from the time we
started. That was only an excuse."
"It's a queer mystery," remarked Bart, looking at Frank. "Can we help
solve it?"
"I'm afraid not," Frank replied with a smile. "But come on, it's
getting late."
"Perhaps we ought to stay and see if Mr. Hardman will come back,"
suggested Fenn. "He may get lost in the woods."
"I guess not," was Bart's opinion. "I think he knows these woods as well
as we do."
"Then what was his object in having us show him the road?"
"Part of the general mystery," said Bart. "It's too deep for me. If Frank
knows it, why perhaps he'll tell."
"I wish I could," their chum answered, and the boys noticed that he was
quite solemn. "It's something that concerns me personally, and I am not
in a position, yet, to tell any one. I have only suspicions to go on, and
it would not be fair to tell them to any one, until I see how near the
truth I am. I admit I must seem to be acting strangely, but I can't help
it.
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