As the path, which he was able to keep without difficulty, led by the
rock where the three lads were to meet, he had not gone far when he
caught the starlike twinkle of a point of light, which told him he was
not far from camp.
"Hallo, Sam, are you there?" called out Herbert, while yet a
considerable distance off.
"Yes. What makes you so late?" was the impatient response and question.
Without pausing to reply, Herbert hurried forward and a few minutes
later joined Sam Harper, who had a large fire going, and had broiled a
squirrel and a rabbit, both of which were in fine condition.
"Where's Nick?" asked Sam, as soon as he saw the youth was alone.
"How should I know anything about him? I haven't seen him since we
parted."
"It's mighty queer, any way you may look at it; Nick is always the most
prompt to keep any bargain he made, and I haven't seen anything of him
for hours. He ought to have been here the very first."
"Have you signaled to him?"
"I have fired off my gun, and shouted and whistled till my cheeks ache,
and I haven't had the first show of an answer."
The manner in which these disheartening words were uttered showed that
Sam Harper was ill at ease, not so much over the continued absence of
Nick, as from his utter silence. It was fully understood by all, that,
if anything happened to either one, he was to signal immediately to the
others.
Neither Herbert nor Sam had heard Nick's rifle, though it might have
been discharged without recognition by them.
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