"Oh, all right. Sorry I spoke."
"I want to know if you met this Robert Menden?"
"Perhaps I had better say that is my business, too," answered Dick, coldly.
"I believe you have met him, and that that is his handkerchief," went on Farvel, sourly.
"All right; think what you please. We did you a good turn this morning, but you are not making us particularly happy over it."
"Oh, if you want pay for what you did, there you are," growled the newcomer; and pulling a couple of silver dollars from his pocket he flung them at Dick.
On the instant Dick's face grew crimson, and he walked up to the man with clenched fists. "You are no gentleman, Joseph Farvel," he cried. "I have seen quite enough of you. The sooner you leave our camp, the better I will be pleased."
"And so will I be pleased," put in Bob.
"An' yer kin take yer money wid yer," added Danny. "We ain't so hard up as yer seem to t'ink."
"You don't dare to answer me about Robert Menden," burst out Joseph Farvel.