"That was no boy you were walloping," exclaimed Midkiff.
"Wasn't much more, I guess. One of these tame Indians that hire out for camp work to summer parties. Joe Bootleg is a famous name."
"Huh?"
"Maine is full of 'em. 'Bootleggers,'" Rex chuckled. "The decent majority are fighting them all the time."
"So you had to do your share?" grinned Midkiff.
"He's strong as a bull, and as ugly. Sorry I had a muss with him," Rex Kingdon confessed. "These people with Indian blood in their veins aren't like white folks. They're revengeful and unforgiving. Have to watch out for Joe Bootleg."
"Pshaw! I wouldn't lose any sleep over it," Midkiff said. "These fellows will have to get off the island. That's plain."
"Not as plain as the nose on your face, Jawn," chuckled Rex.
"We're not going to let them have the island and we go somewhere else?" demanded the big fellow in surprise.
"Hardly."