“I happen to own this land, and I haven’t given any tramps permission to camp on it.”
“Then some one must have played a trick on me,” declared Crazy Jane. “Wait till I get sight of that man again.”
“We are very sorry, sir, but we are wholly innocent of trespassing. We are not tramps, either. Of course we are willing to pay you for the privilege of camping here to-night. What do you consider a fair price?”
“Wal, I reckon about seventy-five cents will be all right for the camping.”
Miss Elting handed the money over to him.
“I am sorry to have put you to all this trouble, but we supposed we had permission to stay here over night.”
“Thay,” questioned Tommy. “You are a rich man, aren’t you?”
“No. Why?”
“Well, you thhould be.”
“By the way, ladies, there is another little matter that you’ll have to fix up before we go any further.”