Let's go back, by a roundabout way, and tell the fellows." "There are four pin-heads in this camp," was Tom Reade's decision, when he heard the report brought back by the others.

"Only two of us have brains enough to see anything that's written right on the face of the earth." "But what are we going to do about our man ?" asked Greg.
"That's what we must figure out," Dick replied.

"I don't see that we can do anything except send word to the authorities down in the village, and let them act as they see fit." "What authorities are there in the village ?" Dave inquired.
"I don't know.

That we'll have to find out.

We-----" Dick paused suddenly, listening keenly.
"Do you fellows hear that ?" he whispered.
"I hear a rumble of wheels off in the distance," replied Greg.
"The air is so wonderfully still that sound carries a long way this evening." Dick ran into the tent, returning with an envelope and a pad of paper.
"Come along, Dave," Dick requested.