"It was evidently a man, and he smoked a clay pipe," said Snap.
"Couldn't have been Jed Sanborn?" asked Whopper. "He smokes,
sometimes."
"No; Jed wouldn't tumble the stores around in this fashion," answered
Snap. "And, besides, if he came here he would most likely be back
now to see us. No; this is the work of some stranger."
"Maybe somebody from the Felps camp," put in Giant, who had come up.
"That is possible," said Snap.
"Let us see just what is missing," said Shep.
They made a careful examination of all the things in the camp. One
lad had lost some underwear, another a pair of socks and a
handkerchief and another a blanket. Some provisions were gone, also
a knife and fork, a cup, a frying-pan and half a dozen other things.
"Whoever was here evidently fitted himself to camp out," observed
Shep. "I wish we could catch him! I'd give him a piece of my mind."
"So would I," added Whopper.
All were too tired, however, to hunt for the interloper and all they
did that evening was to get supper and take it easy. When they turned
in it was raining, but by midnight the stars came out one by one.
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