"How many are there in this party, anyhow?" "Should be seven of us," answered Mr. Cobb. "Why?" "Because, unless I'm much mistaken, I counted eight a minute ago. Who's that over there, the last one?" "Warren, sir." "No, I don't mean you. Who's next to you?" There was a moment's silence. Then, "Blest if I know, sir," answered Warren in puzzled tones. "It's me," said an apologetic voice. "Who's me?" asked Mr. Cobb moving toward the speaker. "Harry," was the answer. "Harry! Harry Emery?" exclaimed Mr. Cobb, forgetting his politeness. "Yes, I--I thought I'd come along." "Well, if that isn't the greatest! Did the Doctor say you could come?" "I--I didn't ask him," answered Harry. "Please don't send me back, Mr. Cobb. I won't be in the way a bit and I can walk miles!" "Send you back! Why, I can't send you back now--that is--not alone. I suppose you'll have to come, but supposing your mother finds you're missing?" "Oh, she won't," answered Harry cheerfully. "She thinks I'm in bed and asleep. And I was--that is, I was in bed." "Well, come along then, but see that you stick close to us," grumbled Mr. Cobb. "We don't want to loose any more persons to-night!" So Harry trudged along at the tail of the party, keeping close to Jack Rogers and Chub and starting nervously when she heard strange noises in the bushes along the way. It was slow going and when they were well up on the hills the night wind stung hands and faces. It was well upon midnight when Chub announced that they should have reached the place where he had left Roy. But a locality looks very different at night by the light of a wavering lantern than it does in the daytime, and when they had cast about for a while, calling and shouting, Chub was forced to acknowledge that he wasn't certain of the place. "It ought to be about here," he said anxiously, "but somehow this doesn't look like it. It doesn't seem to me it was quite so hilly; and there weren't any trees about that I remember." After a quarter of an hour more of unsuccessful search Mr. Cobb and Mr. Buckman held a consultation and decided that the best thing to do, unless they wanted to get lost themselves, was to stay where they were and wait for dawn. So they found a sheltered spot in the lee of a big rock and made themselves as comfortable as they could. Warren suggested a fire and a half-hour was spent in finding fuel within the radius of lantern-light. Finally, however, the flames were leaping and the sparks flying and the party regained some of their ebbing spirits. [Illustration: Mr. Cobb and the search-party looking for Roy.] "If he sees the light he will look it up," said Mr. Buckman. "That was a good idea of yours, Warren."