DICK & CO.

MAKE AN APPLE "PIE" "Then I wish we had 'em here!" sputtered Tom Reade vengefully.
"I could eat two of them at this moment, and without salt!" "They need salting badly!" growled Dave Darrin angrily.
The tent was not only down.

Each guy rope had been cut in the middle, so that the cordage could not be used again.
"I never saw anything more sneaking!" cried Reade in rage and disgust.
"Unless it will be the way that we shall sneak up behind the rah-rah crowd and square matters!" remarked Darry meaningly.
"First of all, we must be sure of their guilt," warned Dick.
"It won't do to try to even up a score that's based only on suspicion.
Wait until I get a lantern out of the wreck, and then we'll explore the ground to see if we can discover any real proof against the rascals." "Let's get into our working clothes first," proposed Reade.

"We might want to wear these white clothes again before we get home." So Tom and Dave held up a part of the canvas while Dick slipped in under the folds of the tent to find the box in which they had left their hike clothing.
"The box isn't here," Dick called.

"Neither can I see any of the bedding." "Get hold here, fellows, and lift up more of the canvas," Reade called.
"There isn't anything in the tent.