Hazelton followed.
Then the movement became general.

Soon all were sound asleep.
Nor did any sounds reach or disturb them for hours.

Not one of the sleepers stirred enough to know that the sky gradually became overcast and that there was a distant rumbling of thunder.
Hardly had the campfire burned down into the general blackness of the night when an automobile runabout, moving slowly and silently, stole along the roadway.
In it sat the son of Squire Ripley.

Fred, having brooded for hours over the failure of his scheme to make Dick & Co.

lose the canoe race, had at last decided to pay a stealthy, nocturnal visit to the camp of the boys he disliked, with the express purpose of doing whatever mischief his hands might find to do.
His father's family car and automobile runabout were both at the hotel garage, and at his disposal.