"Guide!" he said contemptuously. "Acts more like a stable hand!"
"Well," said the professor testily, "if there's been any damage done you can tell your superiors to send me a bill and I'll take the matter up in Washington. In the meantime, we will stay here, and if I like it here, I will stay a week or two."
"Not much, you won't," said Wilbur, "at least you won't have any horses in the corral after daybreak to-morrow morning. I'll let them have one good feed, anyhow, and if they're traveling with a thing like that to look after them,"—he pointed to the "guide,"—"they'll need a rest. But out they go to-morrow."
"We will see to-morrow," said the camper.
"In the meantime, I see a string of trout hanging there. Are they fresh?"
"I caught them early this morning," answered Wilbur, "before I began my day's work."
The professor took out a roll of bills.
"How much do you want for them!" he asked.
"They are not for sale," the boy replied.
"Oh, but I must have them," the other persisted. "I had quite made up my mind to have those for supper to-night."