"You clear out!" roared John Hoover, his face growing as red as a beet. "This is my business affair, you haven't any right to interfere."
"But I'll take the right," returned the newcomer. "Why, only two days ago I helped two young fellows to get away. They said they wouldn't stand it up to the camp. I'm going to leave myself as soon as my month is up."
"You're telling what aint so!" stormed John Hoover.
"Aint I telling the truth?"
"No."
"I am—and I can prove it," said the newcomer.
He pointed to where Dale and Owen were sitting. John Hoover looked in the direction and started.
"Wha—where did they come from?"
"From your camp. If you don't believe it, boys, ask the young fellows themselves."
"We will," said Bond, and called to Dale and Owen. "Please come here a minute, will you?"