Kent nodded. “Just what I thought. We’re in for trouble.”
“Five to four,” murmured Mac.
“Hold your horses,” Barry advised. “We don’t know what they want, and besides that we have guns and they haven’t anything in their hands. Don’t let them get near enough to take anything away from you. Maybe they only want to buy something.”
“I can’t very well picture Carter Wolf wanting to buy anything from us,” Kent shook his head.
The members of the island camp soon drew close to them, and there was no doubt that it was Carter Wolf and some of his friends from a neighboring town. These boys were expensively dressed, and Wolf wore a big fur coat and hat that looked odd as a camping outfit. They carried no weapons with them, and it was impossible to imagine what their object was.
They approached the mystery hunters, and the silence between the two groups was strained. Barry decided to make the advances.
“Good-morning,” he greeted.
The other boys made no answer, but they slowed up and finally stopped a few feet away. Wolf’s face wore a frown, and his companions stood slightly in back of him. They were all boys who did not look especially healthy, and the boys from the cabin knew that they were all drinkers and considered themselves to be good sports.
“You tried pretty hard to hit us last night, didn’t you?” Wolf began aggressively.
“We didn’t have anything to do with whatever happened last night,” Barry answered him. “You’ll have to tell us all about it.”