"Well, not while I'm around," exclaimed the young rider, as he pulled the bridle over the Moose's head. "Say, have you seen Scott yet?"
"No. Why?"
"I pity him. Charleton sure is after him."
"Charleton? Why?"
Douglas shrugged his shoulders. "You ask Scott why," and he strode off to his chores.
Doug did not see Charleton again for several days. But one afternoon, about a week after the return from the hunt, they met at the post-office and Charleton, who wanted to see John, rode home with him.
"Scott is back," said Doug.
"Yes; I saw him yesterday." Charleton smiled. "I found out who was his helper on that little deal."
"You did! How?" Douglas' voice was so sharp that the Moose jumped nervously.
"I bought the information. Swapped him something for it."