"But now, let us hurry back to camp.

I want to see Mr.Colquitt just as soon as I can." "Bosh! A detective like Colquitt doesn't take up with such trifling mysteries as missing marrow bones," jibed Reade.

"Besides, we can't afford to hire detectives." "I don't want to hire a detective," Dick replied enigmatically, "but I'd like about one minute's talk with Mr.Colquitt, and I mean to have it.

Don't let us dawdle on the way back, fellows." So the six boys hurried on and soon came within sight of the camp.
"There they come!" cried Belle Meade.

"Did you get the thief, boys ?" "No," called Dave, "and it seems that the fellow is no longer a thief, but a distinguished fellow citizen whom we must honor at sight, like a bank draft." "What are you talking about ?" half frowned Belle.
"I haven't the least idea what I am talking about," Dave admitted cheerfully.