"It is my idea that the other boys sneaked off in the hope of
finding him. I sent them into one of the tents to sleep, and
when I looked in a short time later, they were not there."
"It is certain that they were not carried off?" asked Lieutenant Gordon.
"Certain," was the reply. "We watched the tents every second."
"And yet the boys got away without being seen," said the lieutenant, angrily.
"I don't see how they did it," was the abashed reply.
"I have little doubt that they have been carried away by the men
who captured Fremont," Nestor said, gravely. "Still, it may be
that they have only wandered off in search of the boy. It is a
serious situation."
"The mountain is swarming with men," the lieutenant said. "The only
wonder is that we have not been attacked. I fear that the boys have
been captured, even if they only wandered away to look for their friend."
Nestor walked restlessly about the little camp for a moment and then looked
into the two tents, as if expecting to find some one there.
"Where is Shaw?" he asked, then, alarm in his voice. "Where is the boy we
sent on ahead of us? He must have reached here a long time ago."
The guards looked surprised at the question.
"Why," one of them said, "no one came here from below but yourselves.
We have seen no one."
Nestor stood for a moment as if he thought the men were playing a trick
on him, then the gravity of the situation asserted itself. What mischief
was afoot in the mountains? Why had the boys disappeared, while there
had been no attempt to obstruct the passage of the secret service men as
they moved about?
"It seems, then, that there is another lost boy," said Lieutenant Gordon.
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