"You don't want to be too sure of that blond fellow. He's a fighter. He can use his fists."
"So can I," said Pence succinctly. "If he and his crowd land here and make camp, maybe we'll find out who's who, eh?" His lip lifted again with a sneering smile.
"Hoh!" ejaculated young MacComber. "You don't suppose those prep. school fellers would stand for us being here, too, do you?"
"Why not?"
"Why, if they've got a permit, and know that they're responsible for what's done over here——"
"Forget it!" exclaimed Pence, now rather tired of the controversy. "Let's wait till they come. You're as bad as your cousin, Pudge. Maybe this Kingdon fellow and his gang won't show up at all. If they do——"
"Well, what if they do, Horrors?" asked Kirby eagerly, as the tall fellow became silent.
"We're here first. I don't know why we shouldn't stay. Quibb says we can. Let the other fellows worry—not us."
"Whew!" murmured Kirby, his eyes flashing. "I see. As one of our professors says, 'the onus of proving the case is on the other party.'"
"I s'pose you're right," grudgingly admitted Ben Comas. "My father says that 'Possession is nine points of the law.'"