Hi Martin alone was in the dark.
"Good afternoon," was Garwood's greeting, as he looked up as though coming out of a trance.

"You are looking for your clothing, I imagine ?" "Marvelous what a good guesser you are, sir," gasped Tom.
"You'll find your clothing in this thicket," announced Garwood, indicating the spot with a wave of one arm.
Dick and Tom piled into the thicket, passing out the mixed-up articles to the other boys.

A quick sorting was made and each item claimed.
"Say!" cried Hi, greatly disturbed.

"There isn't a single thing of mine here." "Serve you right, then," uttered Tom, as he drew an undershirt over his head.

"You don't deserve anything to wear." "You fellows didn't hand out my things," uttered Hi, darting into the thicket.