"Say, you—you——" spluttered Aleck.
"Cut it out—here comes our captain!" warned Wilbur in a low voice. "We'll settle with 'em later!"
"That's what we will!" snapped out Aleck, as he moved away with the signal corps. And, as they passed on, the two Bixtons cast angry looks at the Khaki Boys.
But if they imagined that these looks troubled Roger or Jimmy, the two who had uttered such dreadful threats were utterly mistaken. The Khaki Boys only smiled, though as Anson, who was a middle-aged man, marched on, he shook his head dubiously.
Jimmy and Roger stood for a moment looking after the departing signal corps members. The two Bixtons carried the black box, as on the occasion when Jimmy had seen them before.
"Well, what do you think of it?" asked Roger of his chum.
"I don't think much of them!" exclaimed Jimmy.
"Me either. Think they'll try any rough stuff? Not that I'm worrying," he went on. "I'm just wondering."
"Well, they may try to give us a nasty turn if they get us alone," admitted Jimmy. "But we'll take a chance. These fellows may be what Anson said they were—scrappers and fighters. And it may be that they are just bluffs—talkers, wind bags."
"They struck me a bit that way," admitted Roger. "But say, you know you spoke of their being in the dugout that time. Are you sure, now, that they were there?"