"We want to know if anybody in this camp knows anything about the boat."
Just then a boy of eight or nine years of age came out of one of the tents, rubbing his eyes sleepily.
"Uncle Giles," he said, walking up to Faswig, "where are we going to-day, and what are you going to do with that boat you brought in when I woke up last night?"
CHAPTER XIII
IN THE CAMP OF THE ENEMY
Snap and Whopper listened to the words of the small boy with keen interest. Instantly they came to the conclusion that the lad must be speaking of their own craft.
"Hush, Dick!" cried Giles Faswig, hastily. "You go back in the tent and stay there until these strangers go away."
"What boat did your uncle bring in last night?" asked Snap, walking up to the lad.
"See here, you leave my nephew alone!" roared Faswig.
"Can't I speak to him?"