“You let us alone! Do you hear? You let us alone! If you are looking for trouble you may have all you want and then some more besides. We are peaceable travelers, but we know from long experience how to take care of ourselves. Have you anything more to say to me?” demanded the Professor.
“I reckon not. I’ve said my say.”
“Then get out before I forget myself and hit you on the nose!” roared Professor Zepplin. “Don’t you dare come fooling around our camp again, and thank your lucky stars that Master Tad didn’t make a mistake and shoot lower. Are you going, or are you waiting for me to throw you out?” fumed the Professor.
“I reckon I’m going. You’ll hear from me again. Next time the shoe will pinch the other foot.”
194“It will be the foot that kicks you out of camp in that case,” answered the Professor.
“Hooray!” howled the fat boy. “Three cheers for Professor Zip-zip!”
“Be silent!” thundered Professor Zepplin.
“Yes, you had better look out or he will take it out of you after Mr. Darwood has gone,” warned Tad. “The Professor is all stirred up.”
The Professor was. Darwood turned and strode from the camp without trusting himself to utter another word. Professor Zepplin strode back and forth with clenched fists, muttering to himself for five minutes after the departure of their guest.
“He called us thieves!” he exclaimed, halting and glaring angrily at Stacy.