It sounded like someone coming through the bushes. Then he could
distinguish voices.
"I wonder if I'd better hide?" he thought.
Before he could put that plan into execution there came around a turn in
the trail he had made, in following the line, three boys. The next
instant, with glad cries of welcome, the three chums hurried forward to
greet their companion.
"Where in the world have you been?"
"What made you give us the slip that way?"
"Tell us all about it?"
Fenn, Bart and Ned, in turn, asked those questions. Frank looked from one
to the other.
"I'm sorry, boys, but I can't tell you," he said. "I wish I could, and
I hope you'll not think it mean of me not to. I may be able to very
soon, and clear up all this mysteriousness, that is worrying me so.
Until then--"
"Until then I think you'd better have something to eat," suggested Bart,
noting how pale and tired Frank looked. "We brought along something, but
we didn't expect to have the fun of sharing it with you. Sit down here
and fill up. Fenn made the sandwiches so I guess they ought to be good."
"Yes, and if you'll wait a minute I'll give you a hot drink,"
Fenn cried.
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