We thought sure you
took him away."
Antoine made no reply. Instead, he busied himself with breakfast.
In his efforts in this direction Tommy and Sandy were not slow in
joining, and in a short time beautifully broiled bear steaks were
smoking on tin plates which Antoine had taken from a cupboard
fastened to the wall. A pot of tea was steeping over a fire built
at one end of the cavern. The boys eyed this with interest.
"We really ought to be going out in search of George," Will finally
said. "He may be suffering in the cold."
"That's right!" declared Tommy. "I'm going out just as soon as I
finish eating! The lad was carried off by some one, all right, and
be can't be far away!"
"I wonder why we didn't get our revolvers away from that dead man?"
asked Sandy. "We surely ought to have them!"
"I looked for them," Will said quietly, "but they were not there!"
"Then he must have hidden them away somewhere," Tommy declared.
"We laid them down just before crawling through that hole."
"You will doubtless find them in time," Antoine suggested.
"I should think the half-breed would have kept them pretty close,"
Sandy observed. "You don't find automatics like those every day!"
"It strikes me," Antoine said, directly, "that you boys would
better settle down for a little rest previous to going out after
your chum.
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