"How do you know we're not that party?" asked Rex, with sudden seriousness.
"'Cause I already been to that other camp—t'other day. And they told me who they was all right."
"Did they?" drawled Kingdon. "Did you see their permit?"
"Huh? Wal—I can't say I did—exactly," admitted the constable. "But 'twarn't necessary. I knew who they was."
"How did you know?"
"Why, they told me," said Enos, in a most innocent manner.
"Say!" snickered Hicks. "Who did they say they were?"
Kingdon made a gesture for Hicks, as well as the others, to keep quiet and let him do the talking. "If you didn't ask to see their permit, Mr. Constable," he said, argumentatively, "I don't see how you could know for sure who they are. Why should you expect to see ours?"
"Never you mind about that," returned Enos, very red in the face again. "I'll do my own business in my own way. You show me your permit."
"No," Kingdon refused quite earnestly. "The other crowd was here first. Take a squint at their permit—if they have one. That's only fair."