Still to the rear of them was a third man, slightly bent and looking somewhat old, though there were no gray streaks in his light brown hair.
"How do you do, boys ?" called Mr.Hibbert airily, as he came swiftly forward.

"We saw a big smoke over this way, and so we stopped to find out what was the matter.

Young Holmes has asked us to stop for your barbecue, but it looks to me like a terrible imposition on you, and so-----" Here Mr.Hibbert paused, looking highly embarrassed as he caught sight of Mrs.Bentley and the girls coming out of the tent.
"You already have other company," murmured Hibbert apologetically.
"No; most decidedly we must not intrude on you." "How do you do, Mr.Colquitt ?" was Dr.Bentley's greeting.

Then other introductions followed, and, ere he knew it, Hibbert and his friends were members of the party and destined to partake of the barbecue feast.
The oldish-looking man with the new arrivals proved to be Mr.
Calvin Page.
"He's the millionaire father of the missing boy that Colquitt and I are trying to find," Hibbert explained to Dick.
"Have you any clue, as yet ?" Prescott inquired.
"Nothing worth while," sighed Lon Hibbert.
"It's too bad," murmured Dick.

"Mr.Page is a fine-looking man, but he must be lonely." "He is," agreed Lon Hibbert.
"His wife is dead, isn't she ?" "Yes; and Page would give the world to find that boy of his." "Perhaps if he doesn't find his son it may be as well," Dick hinted.
"Why, as well ?" "The missing son, brought up by others, might have turned out badly," Prescott suggested.
"Pooh!" quickly rejoined Lon Hibbert.