CHAPTER XXVI.
LOOKING FOR THE CAMPING OUTFIT.
For the moment, all stood aghast over the discovery which had been made.
"This is Joseph Farvel's work!" cried Robert Menden, when he could speak. "He means to make us quit the search and go back to San Juan."
"The pesky rascal!" muttered old Jacob. "Jest wish I could lay hands on him, thet's all!"
"What is we ter do?" queried Danny. "I can't git, no supper wid nuthin' ter work wid."
"This is certainly a bad fix," said Don. Then he looked at Dash. "Too bad, eh, old boy?"
"I forgot Dash!" cried Dick. "I wonder if he can't follow the trail of the thief?"
"To be sure he can," ejaculated Leander. "Can't you, Dash?" And the dog wagged his tail.
"Do we want to follow him?" questioned Menden.
"We want our stuff back," answered Dick, determinedly. "Besides, we can't do anything in the cave without those other ropes."
