“Something is up!” cried Harry, as he hurried to the front, followed by the others.
“We seen one o’ the rascals,” cried the farmer, who held a smoking gun in his hand. “He was beyond yonder rocks!”
“And who do you suppose it was, boys?” exclaimed Jack, almost breathlessly. “Pete Sully!”
CHAPTER XXVI.
THE UNSUCCESSFUL PURSUIT.
The other members of the Zero Club could hardly believe their ears. “Pete Sully!” they cried in unison. “You must be mistaken.”
“No; I saw him as plain as day,” returned Jack, with a decided nod of his head.
“Then the three must be Sully, Bill Dixon and Len Spencer!” cried Harry, quickly. “What will you bet they haven’t followed us from Rudskill to start up a rival camp? I knew they envied our going away.”
“Harry has dun struck it,” put in Pickles. “Didn’t I hear dat Pete Sully sayin’ to Spencer dat he wasn’t gwine to be beat by dat Harry Webb’s crowd?”
“And I’ll bet that explains the ghost, too,” put in Andy. “They were trying to scare us away from our camp.”
“But they must have come up here first,” commented Harry, slowly.