He looked troubled, though, even while thus trying to assure himself that Bumpus could not be in any peril because of these two ugly timber cruisers.
“But his chums had riled them up considerably,” Allan went on, “and perhaps they were mean enough to think they could hit us, through Bumpus.”
Step Hen ground his teeth in anger, while his eyes flashed ominously.
“Did they change their course right here, Allan?” he asked.
“Just what they did,” was the reply.
“And followed after our chum?” Step Hen went on.
“You can see for yourself that their prints blot his out in places,” the other replied.
“Come on!” said Step Hen, shaking his gun furiously.
CHAPTER XVIII.
STILL IN PURSUIT, WITH THE TRAIL GROWING WARMER.
Step Hen was not alone in feeling angry at this action on the part of the two unscrupulous timber cruisers. Every one of the scouts experienced a degree of indignation that might easily be fanned into boyish rage.