Move! Get a hustle on!" Hen Dutcher, though awake, didn't stir.

Greg and Harry Hazelton soon tumbled out of their bunks.

Then something odd dawned upon them.
"Where are the rest of the fellows ?" questioned Greg.

"I don't see Dave, Tom or Dan." "You should have long range vision to see them," smiled Dick.

"They've been gone nearly an hour." "Gone?
Where ?" Harry wanted to know.
"To the nearest house--for help." "Help against what ?" This from Holmes.
"Greg, the shack behind us had a tenant last night," Dick went on rapidly.