"I don't believe he's industrious enough for that." "The camp will be all right," Dave agreed.
"Of course," Tom assented.

"Anyway, there's nothing here worth stealing that would be small enough to carry away." "Except the food," hinted Danny Grin.
"This is too far off the main roads for tramps to come this way," Dick replied.
So Dalzell, with a sigh, rose to accompany Reade and Hazelton.
Dick and his two companions thoroughly explored the shore as far as they went on the lower part of the lake.

From time to time Prescott consulted his watch.

In all the time that they were out they passed only one building, a tumble-down, weather-beaten shack that looked as though it had not been inhabited in twenty years.

Not even a vestige of a craft was found.
"It's time to go back," said Dick at last.