Cautiously he gathered his clothes in a bundle and shoved them out under
the tent. He had, unknown to his companions, made up a package of food,
as he did not want to get caught again with nothing to eat. Making no
noise, he crawled under the tent, as he had done before. He looked at his
watch. It was a little after ten o'clock. He hurriedly dressed outside
the tent, and then, securing the paddle, he made his way to where the
canoe floated in the creek.
It was a bright moonlight night, warm, calm and still. Frank felt just a
little uneasiness as he stepped into the boat and shoved off. It was
rather a queer thing to do, he thought, and he wondered what his chums
would say if they saw him. But, he reflected, it was important to him to
solve the secret which bothered him so greatly.
Paddling cautiously, Frank sent the frail craft out into the middle of
the stream. There was not much current, but what there was helped him
along. He urged the boat forward more rapidly as he left the camp behind,
and soon he was half a mile on his strange night journey.
Only for the light draught of the boat Frank would never have been able
to get along.
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