They made a hasty breakfast, and
then, taking their guns, and putting up a light lunch, they started off
to search for Frank.
"Which way had we better go?" asked Fenn. "Shall we try separate ways, or
all keep together?"
"Better keep together," replied Bart. "We have a compass, and can find
our way back, but if we straggle off alone some of us may get lost, and
none of us knows these woods well enough to chance that."
"But which way are we to go?" asked Ned. "There's no such thing as
finding Frank's trail in these woods."
"I have it!" cried Fenn.
"What do you mean?"
"The telephone line! You remember how interested Frank was in that! Well,
maybe he's following it up. Let's find that and maybe we'll find Frank!"
"Go ahead! It's a good suggestion!" exclaimed Bart.
CHAPTER XVI
WHERE FRANK WENT
No sooner had Frank entered the tent that afternoon when Fenn started to
fix his gun, than he had slipped out under the rear canvas wall. He
waited a moment after emerging, brushed the dirt from his clothes, and
then started off through the woods.
"I guess I can get back before they miss me," he said to himself.
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