CHAPTER XIII.
REX OWNS UP.
"I'd like to know what's on your mind," quizzed Phillips. "It appeared right foolish to me."
"What seems idiotic, Tobasco?" drawled Kingdon beginning to scrape away the ashes of the old fire so as to lay a new one over which supper might be cooked.
"Look here!" exclaimed Midkiff, quite warm. "Why didn't you show that man the letter from the Manatee Company, and let him go about his business?"
"He's gone about his business, Jawn—hasn't he?"
"He's gone to stir up trouble for that gang up at the other camp," said the big fellow.
"Oh, hooky!" chuckled Peewee Hicks. "Was that what you was up to, Rex? Just making trouble for Horrors and his crowd?"
"Then you really want 'em put off?" asked Red slowly. "After what you said to me about that slim chap being such good baseball timber?"
Whistling softly, Kingdon made no reply. Cloudman said, with confidence: