"I'd like well enough to see him caught," Dick agreed. "But I can't say that I want to do it myself."
"Why not?" challenged Tom.
"Well, he's a powerful big brute, and I doubt if we four could handle Mr. Fits."
"Huh!" retorted Tom. "I'd like to try it, anyway. And, if we had the chance, and missed, four of us could make noise enough to bring a few men to our aid."
"That part would be all right," Dick agreed. "If we see the rascal again it will be our best move to capture him by yelling for a few men to come up to where we are."
"Hullo, you!" was the greeting of Toby Ross, as that schoolboy stopped and looked at the returned campers. "Have a good time?"
"Fine!" answered four voices at once.
"But," Toby continued, "I never thought there was that much stuff in Hen Dutcher."
"What stuff? What kind of stuff!" demanded Tom.
"Why, Hen is back in Gridley," Toby answered, "and, from the tales he has been telling, he was the whole life and safety of your crowd out in the forest."