The
sod, which was not yet tramped down, was torn, and one of the tent pegs
had been pulled up by the strain. There was a rear entrance to the tent,
but it was tightly laced shut, and would have taken some time to open.
"Frank didn't want me to know he was going," said Fenn to himself. "He
wanted to slip away for some reason. Now I wonder what it could have
been? He's been acting very queer lately. I hope--"
Just then Ned and Bart came through the woods, carrying strings of fish.
"What's the matter?" asked Bart, as Fenn came to the flap of the tent,
his face plainly showing something had happened.
"Frank's gone!"
"What do you mean? Off for a stroll in the woods? Well, that's nothing."
"No, he crawled out of the back of the tent while I was fixing my gun! He
didn't want me to see him go! Boys, I'm afraid there's something wrong
with Frank!"
CHAPTER XV
SEARCHING FOR FRANK
For a few moments the three chums remained staring at each other. The
news of Frank's disappearance came as a shock to Bart and Ned, just as it
had to Fenn. And Fenn's last words set the others to thinking.
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