Then on went the khaki and flannel clothing.
"Dan, you stay with the tent," Dick ordered, with the air of a general.

"Greg, you and Harry make it your main business to see if you can find the horse.

The rest of us will concern ourselves with finding out whether the rah-rah fellows are still outside the hotel." "Here's the horse---grazing," shouted Greg, two minutes later.
"Run back, Dave, and pilot Greg and Harry here, after they've staked the horse down," Prescott suggested.

"We don't want to make too much noise, for our tormentors may yet be about somewhere." "Hazy stumbled upon some of the blankets," Greg announced, when he and Harry joined Dave.

"I don't believe any of our stuff has been carried off, Dick.