“I think his name is Coulter,” he said. “He has been here for mail before. Wasn’t it all right to give it to him?”
“Not just now,” answered Pepper. “After this you keep some of the mail here until one of our party calls for it.” And he wrote down a list of names. Then he and his chum hurried off in the direction of camp.
“It was mighty cheeky of Coulter to take all the mail!” grumbled Andy. “Why didn’t he sort it out and hand our mail back? Now we have got to wait until he gets ready to bring it to us.”
“Maybe he won’t bring it, Andy.”
“Then we’ll have to go for it.”
“You forget that we don’t know where the Ritter crowd is located.”
“Gracious, that’s so! Well, we will have to find out. If he’s got any of my mail, I want it.”
When the boys got back to camp the others listened with interest to what they had to tell.
“It will be fun to go after those tramps and clean them out,” said Dale. “And if the fellow is there who attacked Andy I hope we catch him and get back the stolen things.”
“Home-made pies!” murmured Stuffer, referring to what the boys said about the Ford girls. “Yum! yum! That’s the best ever!”