"
"I don't know what you're up to," Frank answered, springing to his
feet, "but I'm game for anything. I've been eating my heart out all
day."
"What about the prints?" asked Ned.
"They are remarkably good," Frank replied, "but there are no special
features. In one picture, taken down in the canyon, there is a face
that we did not see, though."
"What sort of a face?"
"A strange one to me. But I'll show them all to you in the morning.
When are you going out for that stroll in the moonlight?"
"In two hours. That will be about midnight. Between now and that time
I'm going to get a little sleep. Wake me at twelve, will you--and, by
the way, say nothing to the others about it. They'll all want to go!
We can notify whoever is on watch when we get ready to start."
Ned hastened to his bunk and lay down. Five minutes later, when Frank
looked in, he was studying a French dictionary by the light of his
electric candle. Ten minutes later he was sound asleep. At twelve the
boys were ready to start, and Teddy, who was on watch, was warned to
keep wide awake and listen for noises from the south.
"If you hear shooting," Ned said, "two of you jump on Uncle Ike and
charge along the summit to the south.
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