"
"You were trying to do us a good turn?" gasped Dick wonderingly.
"Yes---but it will be the last time, unless you call this dog
off," snarled young Ripley.
Perhaps it is hardly necessary to say that not one in the party
believed Fred's extraordinary story.
"Hazelton, get this dog of yours away, or I'll go to court and
secure an order to have the beast shot!" snapped young Ripley.
But at this moment another voice was heard calling from the roadway:
"Fred! Fred! Are you there?"
It was Squire Ripley's voice, though the lawyer himself could
not be seen as yet.
"Yes, sir; your son is here," Dick answered. "Come and see just
how he is here!"
"Get your dog off quickly, Hazelton!" urged Fred.
But Harry, at a slight sign from Dick, didn't stir or open his
mouth to call off his dog.
Through the brush came the sound of hurried steps. Then Lawyer
Ripley stepped into the group.
"Fred, what on earth does this mean?" demanded the lawyer, staring
hard.
"That's just what we thought you might like to find out, sir,"
Dick replied. "We've been away from camp all day, and just came
back to this scene, Mr. Ripley. You are something of an expert
in the matter of evidence, sir. Will you kindly tell us what
you make out of this? There is our tent cut down. There are
all of our food supplies in a pile, except what you see scattered
about on the ground. Your son appears to have been headed for
the lake when our dog overtook him and pinned him down.
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