"Make them go away," said Giles Faswig, and then he whispered something in the rich lumber dealer's ear. Whatever he had to tell made Andrew Felps grin.
Snap and Whopper saw the whispering and the grin, and instantly they suspected some trick. They well remembered what a rage Faswig had been in when they had refused to let him have any, ammunition.
"Look here, if you know anything about our boat I want to know it," said Whopper, without stopping to think twice.
"Your boat?" repeated Vance Lemon, and then he looked at Giles Faswig, who winked.
"Yes, our boat," repeated Whopper. "We tied it to a tree last night and now it is gone."
"I didn't touch your boat," growled Andrew Felps.
"Nor did I," put in Vance Lemon.
"You had better be gone about your business," came from Giles Faswig.
"We didn't come up here to be bothered by a lot of kids."
"We want our boat—-and we are bound to get it," said Snap, firmly.
"Well, go find it," cried Andrew Felps.