“Hear anybody shooting?” repeated Stacy. “How could I hear anybody shooting when I was in bed and asleep?”
“That wasn’t what I asked you, young fellow.”
“That wasn’t what I answered you, either,” came back Stacy promptly.
“Who is the boss of this party?”
“I am,” answered Chunky pompously.
“Who are you?”
“I’m Brown. Who are you?”
“I’m White of—”
“Ho-ho,” laughed Stacy. “Lucky we aren’t Black and Blue, isn’t it?”
“We’re Park guards from the Thirteenth Cavalry. We think shots were fired from this camp and we want to know why.” The trooper got down, handing his bridle rein to his companion. “I want to see the rest of this outfit.” At this juncture Tom and Hippy stepped out and bade the guards a courteous good-evening, while the girls of the party were dressing.