“Look here!” burst out Nat. “If you hurt Will, or any of us, we’ll have you arrested. Hoptoads and hornets! but you haven’t any right to treat us this way.”
“Say, sonny, don’t use such big words, or you might break an arm or leg,” spoke the man sarcastically. “I’ve told you once that you hadn’t any right to come here, but now that you’re here, you’ll have to put up with the consequences. You’ll have to stay here, until Andy decides what to do with you.”
“Well, you’d better go ask him to decide at once,” suggested Sam. “We’ve got a long way to go back to camp, and we want to start.”
“Now just take your time,” advised the man. “You’re not running this.”
He took off his cap, and scratched his head in perplexity. He had a shock of thick, red hair, and for want of a better name, since he had not announced it, the lads dubbed him Sandy.
“Was that Andy, as you call him, who went in the big shed with Will?” asked Jack.
“That’s him. He’ll have to decide what to do with you, for I’m blessed if I know. He’s the boss.”
“Then go ask him,” demanded Jack, backing up Sam’s suggestion.
“I can’t,” was the reply.