Mr. Spink was a tall, overbearing man, who dressed almost as loudly as did his son. He strode up to the four lads with a dark look on his face, and this look grew even more resentful when he recognized them.
"Ha! so you are going to come here in spite of my warnings, eh?" he said, harshly.
"You haven't warned us or anything, Mr. Spink," answered Snap, calmly.
"Can't you read? Doesn't the sign say, 'All trespassing forbidden'?
That is plain English, isn't it?"
"I haven't seen any sign," said Shep
"Because you didn't want to see it, young man!"
"We have only been down to the cove swimming," put in Giant.
"This land is mine now, and I want you boys to keep off of it," exclaimed Mr. Spink, hotly. "If I catch you on it again I'll have you arrested."
"We'll get off as soon as we can," answered Snap. And then he added suddenly: "Is Ham home?"
"You mean my son Hamilton, I presume? Yes, he is home. What do you want of him?"