"They're all right. They told me the truth. I knowed who they was before."
"And who are they?" asked Kingdon softly, while his friends stared at Enos Quibb in amazement.
"They're them fellers that the Manatee Company said could camp here for the summer," declared the constable.
"They told you so?"
"They did. They told me so before, when I come here."
"That they were Rex Kingdon and party?" demanded the blond chap from Walcott Hall, quite seriously.
"Murder!" gasped Red Phillips. "What do you think o' that?"
"The gall of them!" exclaimed Midkiff.
"Prithee, hush," advised Rex, with a gesture. "Tell me, Mr. Quibb, do they claim to be Mr. Kingdon and friends?"
The constable swelled so with importance that he seemed about to burst, "I want yeou to understand that I know my business," he said. "I didn't take their word for it. I seen the permit."