CHAPTER XIV
THE HAPPENINGS OF A NIGHT
"What's the matter?"
It was Sam who asked the question. Dick's question had aroused him.
"That is what I want to know."
"What woke you up?"
"I felt something on my ankle—and then I heard several groans."
"Vos somepody call me?" asked Hans, sleepily. "It can't pe morning yet, it's too dark."
"We didn't call you, Hans."
"Hello, what is it?" And now Fred roused up. "What is going on."
"We don't know," answered Sam, who had been sleeping behind him. "We are trying to find out."
Dick had gone to a post of the tent. Here a box of matches had been placed in a holder and he took one out, struck it, and held it up.
"Why, Tom is gone!" he cried, seeing that the place his brother had occupied was vacant.
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