“Nobody down by this bonfire,” remarked Dave. “Say, this is careless work,” he added. “The wind might shift and set the woods on fire.”
“I didn’t think they’d start a fire so far from the others,” answered his chum.
“Let us kick it into the water,” suggested our hero, and this they started to do, when, unexpectedly, a voice hailed them, and they saw a student sitting in a tree that grew in the hedge which separated the campus from the woods.
“Let that fire alone!” the youth called, angrily.
“Why, it’s Nat Poole!” exclaimed Roger, in a low voice. “Whatever is he doing in that tree?”
“I am sure I don’t know,” returned Dave.
“Is he alone?”
“He seems to be.”
“Do you hear what I say?” went on the money-lender’s son. “Leave that fire alone.”
“Did you build it?” asked Dave.