"Fellows, what have we here?"
"Gipsies!" called another.
"Plain hoboes!" from a third.
"It's a gang of juvenile desperadoes escaped from some reformatory," declared a fourth.
"Rah, rah, rah!"
With noisy yells the eight young men descended upon the camp.
"Don't you think you'd better steer off?" called Dave, putting himself as much as he could in their way.
"Why, it talks!" cried one of the rah-rah-rah fellows, in mock astonishment.
"Just like a human being!" added a third.
"Wonder what these animals are doing here?" propounded another.