"Snap Dodge, Shep Reed, a fellow called Whopper Dawson and a little chap named Caslette."
"Humph! the very same crowd," muttered Kiddy Leech. "So you played the trick on them, eh? I am glad of it."
"Say, what are you chaps gassing about anyway?" demanded Barney Hedge, who was growing tired of waiting for his cronies.
"Say, Barney, excuse us for awhile, will you," called out Ham, skating towards his friend. "We want to find out something from this tramp. He knows something about the Dodge crowd I am sure."
"Oh! Well, I want to find out about them too," said Hedge and came closer.
"Don't say anything about the boathouse," whispered Ham Spink to Kiddy Leech, to which the tramp replied with a knowing wink of his bleery eye.
"Have you been up to the Dodge camp?" questioned Carl Dudder.
"Yes, and those chaps treated me shamefully," answered Kiddy Leech. "I never touched a thing they had, yet they accused me of trying to steal some of their traps."
"Just like 'em," said Ham. "They are a mean set, every one of 'em.
What kind of a camp did they have, a regular log cabin?"
"No, a sort of shelter patched up among some trees," and at this information Ham and Carl winked at each other.