From his pocket he produced a tin flask of cold coffee. He gathered up
some dried sticks, and built a little fire. Then he placed the tin flask
on it, and, in a little while there was a warm beverage ready. Frank
sipped it from the collapsable cup Ned carried, and, after eating some
sandwiches, felt better.
"Now for camp!" cried Bart, "unless," looking at Frank, "you have some
other plan."
"No, I'm anxious to get back."
"Didn't sleep very good in the haystack I guess," commented Ned.
"Haystack! How did you know?" asked Frank, in excited tones.
"One look at your clothes, with hay sticking all over them, tells me
that, as a detective would say. Also, your garments are as wrinkled as
though you'd been put through a wringer. Am I right?"
"Yes, it was a haystack for mine last night," Frank admitted with a
smile. "It was fairly comfortable, though it tickled my ears a bit."
The boys started back for camp. Though the three were, naturally
enough, very curious as to where Frank had been, and his object in
slipping away, they did not question him. On his part Frank did not
again refer to his night's absence, but, when he reached the tent, he
crawled into his bed and stayed there until late in the afternoon, for
he was very tired.
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