All the stuff has been cleaned out." Prescott announced in a voice of disgust.
"It was the tramps, then," Dave declared.

"The rah-rah boys wouldn't take the risk of stealing anything." "Hold on! I've found a lantern," called Prescott.

"I'll come out with that." He appeared a moment later, lighting the lantern.
"Now, let's see what we can find," he urged.

Not far away the high school boys came upon the prints of sharp-toed shoes.
"The tramps didn't wear shoes that would make these prints," declared Dick.

"Neither do any of our crowd.