Jim Ferrers rubbed his eyes for an instant, for the tents had been spirited away as though by magic.
Nor were the cots to be seen.

Blankets lay strewn about on the ground.

A quarter the camp's food supplies was still left, and that was all.
"Is it magic, Jim ?" gasped puzzled Tom Reade.
"No, sir; just plain stealing," Ferrers responded grimly.
"Then who-----" "Dolph Gage's crew, I'll be bound, sir.

They don't want you two hanging around in this country, and they want me a heap sight less.

But maybe we'll show 'em! The trail can't be hard to find.
We'll have to start at once." "After we've seen and spoken to Mr.Dunlop," Tom amended.