"I don't think so, Roland."
"Who is at the head of your party?"
"Nobody in particular; we all work together."
"Maybe you had better speak to the boy's uncle," put in Guardley. "Come on."
He stalked off, and after some slight hesitation Tom Roland followed, with Earl at his side. Foster Portney was found mending a corner of the tent, which had become torn in packing. Randy was beside him and uttered a cry when he beheld the two men from Basco.
"Tom Roland and Jasper Guardley!" he whispered to his uncle. "Those are the fellows we thought got that money on a false identification!"
"Is that so?" returned Foster Portney. "What can Earl be bringing them here for?"
"This is Mr. Portney, I take it," said Guardley, after clearing his throat awkwardly. "I was thinking—"
"He and his friend want to join us," put in Earl. "I told them that our party was complete."
"Hullo, Randy!" broke in Roland, carelessly. "You'd like us to come into your crowd, wouldn't you?"