In the Camp of the Black Rider

The boys who had remained in the camp stood watching and listening as the field squad rushed off on the trail of the man who had slipped down into their camp. Small as the boys were, every one of them wished earnestly that he had been included in the party delegated to do the active work, and it was with some envy that they saw their more favored comrades run out of the circle of light and enter the black belt of the woods.

But Ted had no intention of allowing them to stand around and watch. There were things to do and he knew that action would relieve them of some of their stored up feelings.