“Oh, fiddlesticks! Had you been through what I have you would shoot at the drop of the hat. Are you lost, too?”
“Lost? I am not lost. Don’t you know where you are?”
“No. I might be in the suburbs of Chillicothe for all I know.”
“The camp is only a few rods away,” Tom Gray informed him.
“You don’t say?” wondered Chunky.
“We heard you coming, and thought it might be Mr. Ford. How did you happen to come in over that trail?”
“Ask Bismarck. He knows all about it. I don’t. Got any news about Uncle Hip?”
“No. Of course you saw nothing of either him or the bandits.”
“I not only found the robbers, but I had a battle with them,” answered Stacy.
“What’s that? Don’t trifle, Brown. This is a serious matter,” rebuked Tom.