“I don’t blame you,” answered the Longley cadet. Then he set up a shout: “Hi, you fellows! Come over and see who’s here!”
“What’s that?” questioned Billy Sands, as the baseball game came to an abrupt halt.
“Here are the fellows from Colby Hall!” called back Mason.
“Colby Hall!” exclaimed Billy Sands. “What are they doing here?” And then he and the others forsook the improvised diamond and came crowding down to the lakeshore.
“Have you fellows been up to our bungalows?” demanded Tommy Flanders before the visitors could say a word.
“No. We haven’t been ashore. We’re just rowing around the lake,” answered Jack.
“Huh! Spying around our camp, eh?”
“We have a right to look at it, haven’t we?” demanded Gif sharply.
“Oh, you don’t have to get on any high horse, Gif Garrison, just because your father owns that bungalow on the other side of the lake,” cried Paul Halliday. “This is our side, and we want you to keep away from it.”