"Don't lose too much time about it, for Gage's rascal may be able to do a lot of harm in the two or three minutes that you might be late in getting back." Harry industriously picked up stones.

Hardly had he started when Tom Reade silently vanished.
"Well, I'm glad, anyway, that Tom doesn't want us both away from camp while he's doing something," reflected Hazelton, as he began to move cautiously back.

"There wouldn't be any camp by noon if we were both away." Even before he secured his first glimpse of camp, Harry heard some one moving about there.
"The rascal must feel pretty sure that we're both fools enough to be away," quivered Hazelton indignantly.

"What on earth is he doing, anyway ?" Then the young engineer crawled in close enough to get an excellent view of what was going on.
"Well, of all the impudence!" choked Harry, balancing a stone nicely in his right hand.
First of all the visitor had rounded up all the firewood into one heap.

Now, to this combustible material the fellow was bringing a side of bacon and a small bag of flour.