Apparently too
this man when he had gone had departed empty-handed.
For a brief time Fred hesitated, almost deciding to awaken his companions
and inform them of his discovery, but at last, convinced that such action
was unnecessary and still unaware that the guide also had gone, he once
more stretched himself upon the dry ground and soon was soundly sleeping.
He was aroused the following morning by Grant who was shaking him as he
shouted, "Wake up, Fred!"
"Is it time to get up?" yawned Fred sleepily.
"It's time for every one of us to be wide awake," declared Grant. "Do you
know what has become of Zeke and the two men that were here last night?"
"Have they gone? Aren't they here now?" demanded Fred at once thoroughly
awake.
"No, sir, there's not one of them here," replied Grant.
"That's strange," said Fred. "I waked up in the night and saw one of the
white men leaving the camp."
"Didn't you see the others?"
"No."
"Did the man take anything with him?"
"I didn't see that he did."
"Well, one of the packs is gone anyway."
"Then the other man must have taken it," said Fred positively. "I'm sure
the one I saw leaving didn't carry anything with him.
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