“Here is what brought him over!” ejaculated Harry, who had stirred up the camp fire. And he pointed to the blanket and the things lying in it.
Joe gave a low whistle.
“Going to rob us, eh? It’s lucky we scared him off.”
“Well, that is what I call downright mean,” said Fred. “And after we let them have those other things, too! We ought to go over and have it out with them right now.”
“Don’t do anything hasty,” interposed Joel Runnell. “I reckon Marcy feels mean enough at being caught in the act.”
“Oh, he hasn’t any feelings,” growled Harry. “He’s a wolf in man’s clothing.”
The matter was talked over for some time, and it was decided to let the affair rest until morning.
“And then we can all give Marcy and Skeetles a piece of our mind,” said Joe.
“Do you think they’ll come back?” asked Fred.
“Not a bit of it,” answered old Runnell.