He searched savagely at first, then despairingly.
Not a shred of his wardrobe was to be found.
"What became of my clothes ?" Martin demanded, stepping out into the open.

Tears brimmed his eyes now.
"Clothes?
Your clothing ?" asked Amos Garwood, again coming to a realization of things about him.

"Why, I believe the boy who yelled and ran away from here carried one armful of things with him." "Which way did he run ?" throbbed Hi.
"That way." Garwood pointed to the road.
"You fellows get a few things on and run after Teall as fast as you can go," ordered Hi.

"Quick! Don't lose a moment.

Do you hear ?" "Yes," nodded Prescott.
"Hustle, then!" "Forget it," requested Dick, deliberately drawing on a shoe over a sock, next doing the lacing slowly and with great care.
"Which one of you will go!" asked Hi, turning appealingly to the others.
"Hear the echo ?" mocked Dave Darrin.