CHAPTER XXVIII.
UP TO THE MOUNTAIN TOP Dave and Roger walked up the stream a distance of several hundred yards.
They continued to call Phil's name, but as before, no answer came back.
"I must confess, Roger, I don't like the looks of things," said Dave, gravely.

"If Phil was all right, he'd surely answer us." "I think so myself, Dave--unless he was only fooling us." "I don't think he'd do that, under the circumstances.

He'd know we would be greatly worried." On walked the two chums, until they reached a point where the mountain stream came tumbling over some great rocks.

Here they found Phil's fishing rod and also the string of fish he had caught.
"Gracious, Dave! Supposing some wild animal has carried him off!" ejaculated the senator's son.
Dave did not reply, for he knew not what to say.

He advanced to the top of the rocks and peered over on the other side.
"There he is!" he shouted.