"What worm?" Frank retorted.
"The one the early bird always gets."
"No, someone else was ahead of me," answered Frank, as Fenn's question
confirmed his belief that his companions did not know of his night trip."
I was just out for a little paddle on the creek."
"How does she ride?" asked Bart, looking the canoe over.
"Fine; like a cork."
"You look as though you were pretty tired," commented Ned, with a curious
look at his chum.
"I didn't sleep much last night."
"And I suppose you thought getting up early and paddling would rest you,"
Ned went on, but Frank did not answer.
"Come on, Fenn, hurry up with breakfast!" cried Bart, and soon the aroma
of coffee filled the air.
Frank went to the tent to make a hasty toilet, while Bart, who was going
fishing that day, followed him. Ned remained near the canoe. A little
bundle in it attracted his attention. He picked it up, and opened it.
Inside were several sandwiches, and Ned knew they had come from the
camp supply.
"Frank took them with him in the canoe," he half whispered. "He has
been away all night, and he had them in case he couldn't get back.
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