“I beg your pardon,” Bob said politely, “but were you speaking to us?”
“Who did you suppose I was speaking to?” the man demanded angrily.
“Well really, I supposed you were talking to us only I wanted to make sure, you know,” drawled Bob.
The man’s arrogant tone had maddened him and he put into his voice all the contempt possible.
“Don’t you get fresh.” The man took a step forward and Bob got up from the log on which he had been sitting. “I want to know what you are doing here.”
“What we are doing here,” Bob repeated slowly. “Well now that’s funny.”
“What’s funny about it?”
“Oh, just a thought I had. It really doesn’t matter, you know.”
Jack was having all he could do to keep from laughing as he heard his brother fencing with the stranger. He could see that the latter was rapidly losing control of his temper and knew that that was just what Bob was after.
“Are you going to answer my question?”