Dick Prescott, who was ahead of his companions, now halted, whispering to the others to do the same. The man they sought had vanished. No betraying sounds came to indicate where he had gone. "Dave and I'll stay here," whispered Dick. "Tom, run back for a lantern. Hustle!" Fifteen minutes of eager searching, after the lantern was brought, failed to give any clue to the whereabouts of the man whom they sought. "This is more ghostly than human," laughed young Prescott. They felt compelled to give up the search. As they returned to the camp the firing on the opposite side of the lake broke out anew. At the distance, however, it was not loud enough to disturb the other three, who still slept in the tent. Dick flashed the lantern inside to make sure that the sleepers were safe. At intervals the racket across the lake broke out anew. "It's my turn to go on watch again," said Darry, glancing at his watch by the light of the lantern. "You two might as well turn in." "We'll dress and bring our cots out into the open," Dick proposed. "You might as well have us, Dave, where you can get us instantly, and ready for action, by just touching us on the shoulder." But the night passed, without any further disturbances than the occasional distant firing, and the rousing, every hour, of a new watchman for the camp. It was past seven in the morning when Dick finally turned out, to find Greg and Harry busy preparing breakfast, while Darrin still slumbered. "Where are Tom and Dan?" Prescott asked. "Look through the trees, and presently you'll discover them out in the canoe," answered Greg. "Tom simply couldn't wait any longer to go out after bass." "I'm going trout fishing, if I can do it without shirking," said Dick, as he rose and stretched. "And if no one kicks I'm going with you," added Darrin, opening his eyes. "How about it, Greg? Are you and Harry willing to do the camp watch this morning?" Greg had turned around eagerly, seeing which, Hazelton broke in: "Go right along with 'em, Holmesy, if they'll take you. There won't be much to do in camp after, the dishes are washed." "But it's rather a shame to leave you alone," hinted Greg wistfully. He wanted, with all his heart, to see some of the rare sport that Dick had described, but he didn't want to be unfair to anyone. "I won't be lonesome," protested Hazelton. "We have some good books along, and I can read one of them." "But what if the camp should be molested?" asked Greg. "You know, there is at least the Man with the Haunting Face, and there may be others." "Whoever tries to molest this camp will be molested in his turn, I promise you," laughed Harry. "I'm no weakling, so run right along, Holmesy. Even if serious trouble should arise, I have this, you know." He produced a long-barreled fish horn that he had used in celebrating the night before the Fourth of July.