"And here is this blue-eyed beauty," said Red, "wants to inveigle Horrors into——"
He broke off suddenly; but it wasn't a warning from Kingdon that hushed Phillips. They had come in sight of the camp. Moored to the bank below it was a motorboat. A fellow with a straw-colored chin whisker and a plentiful sprinkling of freckles on his red face, sat on a rock before their tent.
"Hullo! Who's the guest?" drawled Kingdon.
"Look!" whispered Hicks. "It's a constable! See his badge, fellows?"
The freckle-faced officer was none other than Enos Quibb, of Blackport.
CHAPTER XII.
AN UNEXPECTED DIFFICULTY.
Quibb was eyeing the Walcott Hall boys with disfavor as they approached. In truth, his usual expression seemed to be sour, and his look now registered nothing pleasant for Rex Kingdon and his friends.
"That's what I thought," he said sharply, squinting at Kingdon. "You ain't—narry one o' ye—the boys I seen over to t'other camp when I was here before."
"Do tell!" drawled Kingdon. "Your eyesight hasn't gone back on you. You are just as unfamiliar to our eyes as we are to yours."