"
Bart himself had not believed the suggestion about night-fishing, but he
did not know what other explanation to make of Frank's absence.
Once more, toward midnight, the boys fired other signaling shots, but
without avail. Then, with hopelessness, and something very much like
fear in their hearts, they went back to the tent.
"We'll go to sleep, and make a good search in the morning," said Bart.
"Why this is nothing after all. We've been in worse situations than this,
a good deal worse. Look at the time we were hunting for Ned."
"But I was in a big city and Frank is in the big woods," put in Ned.
"I don't know but what the woods are safer than the city," observed Fenn.
The boys did not sleep much. They tried to, but every now and then one of
them would awaken and, sitting up on his cot, would listen intently. He
thought he had heard someone approaching through the bushes, but each
time it was a false alarm. The fire was kept going brightly, in the hope
Frank might happen to see it from a distance.
Morning came at last, and, with the first pale streaks of dawn filtering
through the trees, the boys were up.
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