“Anything wrong?” Chot wanted to know.
“Well, I don’t know that you could call it wrong,” said Mr. Campbell with a pat on Ruddy’s head, “but our hosts seem to have disappeared! Did you hear them go in the night?”
“Have the men left?” asked Rick.
“I don’t see any signs of them,” was the answer. “And I slept so heavily that I didn’t hear a sound. Did either of you?”
“I thought I felt Ruddy moving around in the night,” Rick answered. “But I didn’t wake up or hear anything.”
“Me either,” admitted Chot. “But, anyhow, it’s cleared off and we can travel along.”
“Yes, we can travel along,” said Mr. Campbell. “I don’t believe those men will care if I help myself to some of their coffee and grub. They were free enough with it last night. If they come back, and object, I’ll pay them.”
“Do you know where they have gone?” Rick wanted to know.
Mr. Campbell shook his head.
“I came out here as soon as I was up,” he explained, “and I saw no one. Then I knocked on the door of their bunk room, but there was no answer. I opened the door and looked in and they were gone.”
“Maybe they went out early to look up some trees,” suggested Chot.
“What do you mean—look up trees?” asked Rick. “Do you mean to look and see if there’s a bear to shoot?”
“No, I mean about cutting some lumber,” explained Chot.
“Oh,” exclaimed his chum. “I see.”
“It’s possible they did that,” said Mr. Campbell. “Of course they have a right to do as they please, but they might have left a note or something to say they’d be back. But it’s their business, I reckon. And I’m going to see what sort of a breakfast I can get.”
“We’ll help,” offered Rick and Chot.
Coffee was soon boiling on the stove, and bacon was sizzling in the pan. By rummaging2 further in a pantry Mr. Campbell found some prepared flour and, declaring that he was a master-hand at turning flapjacks, he proved it by setting before the boys two plates of delicately-browned pancakes.
“There’s even maple3 syrup4, or what passes for it, to eat on them,” he said, producing a sticky brown bottle.
“Oh, boy!” cried Rick.
“Can’t beat this—not even at home!” declared Chot, and they kept Mr. Campbell busy over the frying pan which he used in place of a pancake griddle. He did not neglect himself, however, and soon all three—no, all four, for Ruddy was not forgotten—had eaten a good breakfast.
“Well, since our friends don’t seem to be coming back, we’ll have to write a note and express our thanks for their hospitality,” said Mr. Campbell, after the meal. “Then we’ll start off again, but I don’t imagine we’ll make very good time until we get on the main road. This rain must have made more mud puddles5 than usual.”
“We’ll wash the dishes while you’re writing the note,” suggested Rick, for, like all Boy Scouts6, he had been taught to leave a place as he found it, and the dishes were clean in the cupboard at the start of breakfast.
There was a tank of warm water connected with the stove, and the dishes were soon being given a sort of rough-and-ready bath. But campers are never fussy—if they were they wouldn’t be campers.
“There, this will thank them for having taken us in,” said Mr. Campbell, as he finished the note to the three men. “I’ll leave it on the table where they’ll see it when they come back. I’ve given them my address in San Francisco,” he added, “and if they want to send us a bill for breakfast I’ll settle it later. But I don’t believe they will. Now I’ll go out and get the car.”
The shed was out of sight behind the shack7, and the boys waited a few minutes in front of the cabin to hear the hum of the motor as the self-starter turned it over.
But no such hum sounded and Rick and Chot, who were playing with Ruddy, paused in their fun after a few minutes, looking at each other while Rick said:
“Must have trouble getting her going.”
“Cold after the rain, maybe,” suggested Chot.
“Or there might be water in the carburetor,” said Rick.
They were about to walk around the shack to see if they could be of any help in turning on the ignition, as Mr. Campbell might have to crank the car, when they saw their friend coming around the path that led from the cabin to the shed.
“The auto taken?” cried Rick. “No!”
“Isn’t it there?” asked Chot.
“No,” answered Mr. Campbell.
“Where is it?” cried the boys.
“Gone!”
“Gone?”
“Stolen, I reckon,” said the owner grimly, “and I think I can guess who took it.”
“You mean the three men who were here?” asked Rick.
“I’m afraid so—yes. That’s why they sneaked9 off so quietly. They wanted to get away in my car. All our stuff gone, too! The car’s insured but there’s my baggage, and yours, and a lot of valuable documents and a patent model I was taking to San Francisco.”
“Whew!” whistled Rick, and Ruddy came running up wondering what his young master wanted, for the whistle sounded like a signal.
“What are you going to do?” asked Chot.
“We’ll have to take after them,” said Mr. Campbell. “I can’t let them get away with my things like this! And I must get back your baggage, also. That’s the time we slept too soundly, lads! Those scoundrels just sneaked out when we were in dreamland and took our car. Well, there’s no use staying here. We’ll have to walk to the nearest town and let the police know about the robbery. They must have some telephones and telegraph lines out here, and maybe we can head off the thieves.”
“How could they get the car out without starting it up?” asked Rick. “Your motor makes quite a noise when it starts, Mr. Campbell, and I should think we’d have heard it.”
“That’s just it—they didn’t start the motor,” was the reply.
“Then how’d they run it off?”
“They just took off the brake and let her coast down hill,” was the answer. “There’s a hill leading up into the shed. I noticed it when I went in last night. All they had to do was to let the car roll down hill—it would coast all the way to the road, I think. And that was far enough off so that when they turned on the ignition, as the car was still moving, she started without the racket she usually makes. Come and I’ll show you.”
He indicated to the boys the marks of the tires in the soft ground—marks that showed where Mr. Campbell had driven in, and then where the car had been pushed out, steered10 down to the road under gravity and finally driven off.
“Hard luck, but there’s no use worrying,” said Mr. Campbell, who was a sort of optimistic philosopher. “We’ll just have to take after ’em—that’s all.”
“Maybe we can trace the car by the tire tracks,” said Rick. “There aren’t many cars out this way, Mr. Campbell.”
“Yes, perhaps we can, Rick. Well, let’s get started.”
They headed away from the shed, aiming to pass around the cabin and take to the road. But, as they filed along the path, with Ruddy running ahead, Chot suddenly called:
“I hear a car coming!”
“Maybe they are coming back,” suggested Rick.
They pressed forward eagerly.
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1 bunk | |
n.(车、船等倚壁而设的)铺位;废话 | |
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2 rummaging | |
翻找,搜寻( rummage的现在分词 ); 海关检查 | |
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3 maple | |
n.槭树,枫树,槭木 | |
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n.水坑, (尤指道路上的)雨水坑( puddle的名词复数 ) | |
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侦察员[机,舰]( scout的名词复数 ); 童子军; 搜索; 童子军成员 | |
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adj.简陋的小屋,窝棚 | |
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9 sneaked | |
v.潜行( sneak的过去式和过去分词 );偷偷溜走;(儿童向成人)打小报告;告状 | |
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v.驾驶( steer的过去式和过去分词 );操纵;控制;引导 | |
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