"And the tin plate I left here has gone with the meat.

Animals don't lug off tin plates." "Dick and I will stay behind to watch and take account of stock," Tom called.

"The rest of you scatter through the woods and try to come up with the thief.

If any fellow comes upon him, give a whoop, and the rest of us will hurry along." The four scouts went off on the run.
"Anything else missing ?" asked Reade, as Dick looked among the supplies.
"Yes," Prescott raged; "one of the bottles of Worcestshire sauce and two of the tins of corn.

Oh, it's a two-legged thief that has spoiled our supper!" "Perhaps you were too sure about Rip being off in Canada," grinned Reade.
"Fred Ripley would hardly steal food," Prescott retorted.