"So am I," answered Chunky.
"I said, 'I'm Withem,'" repeated the stranger.
"I said I was too," reiterated the fat boy.
"Look here, what are you trying to get at, young man?" demanded the newcomer with a slight show of irritation. "Are you trying to make sport of me?"
"N—-n——no. You said you were with them—-with us—-with the crowd, you know. And I said I was too."
The stranger tilted back his head and laughed softly.
"You little cayuse, my name is Withem. W—-I—-T—-H—-E——M!" he spelled.
"Oh!"
A broad smile grew on the face of the Pony Rider Boy as he asked:
"What do you reckon you want here?"