"I'm just looking around a bit. I think I'll go to your camp with you."
Stacy surveyed his companion critically from head to foot.
"All right," he said. "If you want to take the chance, I'm willing."
"What chance?" demanded the stranger.
"Tad Butler might take it into his head to throw you out, or something, if he doesn't like your looks."
"I'll take the chance."
"All right; come on. But mind you, it'll be the worse for you if you try to start anything. We're a bad lot, we are, and don't you forget it."
A moment or so later the Pony Rider Boys were amazed to see Stacy strutting in with a stranger in tow.
"He's with us fellows," was the fat boy's announcement.
"Withem's my name," corrected the stranger.