"They were trying, most of the time, to make me admit that the Camera
Club was a secret service organization," laughed the lad. "Of course
I denied it!"
"What did they say about a child?"
"Not one word! I kept my ears open for that kind of talk!"
"Did they have a boy with them at any one time?" asked Ned.
"This afternoon, or yesterday afternoon, rather, I saw a kid moving
about on the slope. I was cooking, and built two fires so as to make
a signal. Did you see it?"
"Yes, we saw it," answered Ned, "but did not reply to it for the
reason that we feared discovery. We wanted to come here in the night
and release you and capture the two outlaws! But what sort of a child
was it that you saw?"
"Why, it was the kid from the cabin. Say, Ned," he added, with a wink
at Frank, "is that the prince, or is it Mike III.?"
"Cut it out!" roared Frank. "We've heard enough of that."
Ned laid a hand on the shoulder of each boy.
"That shot attracted attention," he whispered, "or the runaways are
coming back. I hear some one tramping over rock, and a moment ago I
caught the gleam of a gun barrel."
"Then it's me for a hole to crawl into!" whispered Jimmie. "I've had
troubles of my own for the past few hours! Say, but I'm hungry,
boys.
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