"No. But we may see him some day."
When the four young hunters returned to the boats they found Simon Lundy had hidden himself behind some bushes. He came out rather shamefacedly and asked if they had met the negro.
"Yes; and he said he was coming to chew you up," answered Whopper, with a wink at his chums.
"H-he did!" quaked Simon Lundy. "Sa-say, hadn't we better be a-goin'?"
"We are not going to bother to look for him any more," said Snap, who was disgusted with the cowardly and miserly farmer. "We are going on our way."
"An' what be I a-goin' tew do?"
"Take Mr. Welby's boat back," answered Snap, shortly. "You can row, can't you?"
"A leetle, yes."
"Then, good-by to you," said Shep, and leaped into the rowboat containing the camp outfit.
"Hi! Don't leave me here alone!" ejaculated Pop Lundy, in fresh alarm. "Shove the boat out into the stream."