"Why, they were moving about the camp," replied Fred. "It didn't seem to
me they were here more than five or ten minutes but just as I was about to
call you or the boys they disappeared."
Zeke said no more as he turned at once to the place where the garments and
implements of Simon Moultrie had been placed.
The four boys were aware now that the guide was somewhat alarmed and
instantly all four ran to join him.
"You see it is gone," said Zeke blankly as he displayed the empty pockets
in the coat of the dead prospector.
"Gone!" exclaimed the Go Ahead Boys together.
"It isn't here anyway."
"You mean his diary?" demanded Fred.
"That's exactly what I mean. Your dream was a nightmare and it's likely
to be a still bigger one for us."
"Do you think those men took that diary?" asked Grant.
"You can see for yourself," retorted Zeke gruffly.
"Maybe you put it somewhere else," suggested George.
"Huh!" snapped the guide. "I left it right in the pocket. Eight in that
there pocket," he added as he again displayed the coat.
"What did they want of it?" inquired John.
"They wanted what you told them about.
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