"Not at all."
"Yes, you are. You knew we were coming here."
"And you know who this tract of land belongs to, now?" said the doctor's son.
"It isn't fenced in," answered Carl, and his face took on a leer.
"Anybody can hunt here who wants to."
"That is true—-but it will be fenced in next season. And, by the way, what right had you to tear down one of the signboards and use it for firewood?"
"Who said we did that?" demanded Ham.
"We saw the half-burned board at your camp fire."
"You can't blame that on us!" cried Carl.
"We can, and do," responded Snap. "You ought to be locked up for it."
"Oh, give us a rest!" growled Ham.