FRED IS GRATEFUL---ONE SECOND! For some moments Fred Ripley stood there, spellbound, regarding the still figures of Dick & Co.

with fascinated fear.
Most of the time he stood in darkness, but as the flashes of lightning came he again saw the six motionless figures.

Even the fearful crashes of thunder failed to arouse the sleepers.
"Oh, this is grewsome!" gasped Ripley at last, the coward in him coming to the surface strongly.

"I can't stand this any longer!" Unconsciously he spoke aloud, his voice rising to a wail.

Then as he let the folds of canvas fall, a voice inside called angrily: "Quit that! I want to get out." It was Dave Darrin's voice, and Dave was the quickest-tempered one of the six boys.
Fred knew that it behooved him to get away from the spot at once.
There was a wriggling under the canvas.