"That's my intention, Chief."
"Them fellers stay?" demanded Joe, pointing off at the catboat.
"Sure."
The Indian turned and started into the woods. He carried the camp hatchet that had been borrowed from the Walcott Hall boys.
"Where you going, Joe?" asked Ben, as Horace gave the fellow no further attention.
"Chop more firewood," grunted Joe Bootleg.
But he clutched the hatchet handle with a grimness that might have startled the others had they seen his face. The fire of revengeful determination burned hotly in Joe Bootleg's heart.
CHAPTER XXII.
THE BOULDER ON THE HILLSIDE.
The Spoondrift and her crew came back from the fishweir with several varieties of edible fish that the pondmen had given the boys. They had a feast that night at the camp, and even Cloudman admitted that, for once, it was a "square meal."