“If you’ve got the deed, let’s see it,” he demanded angrily, as soon as Bob had finished.
“We haven’t got it with us,” Bob replied.
“No, nor you haven’t got it anywhere else neither,” the big man sneered. “It’s all a cooked up lie to try to make me stop chopping, but it hain’t a goin’ to work; not no cock and bull yarn like that.”
“Do just as you think best, Mr. Donahue,” Bob said still pleasantly. “If you really think we are lying you would, of course, be very foolish to let it interfere with your work.”
“Where’d you find the deed?” Ben asked suddenly.
“That’s something that I can’t tell you just at present,” Bob replied.
“Of course you can’t,” the other sneered. “And there’s a mighty good reason why you can’t too.”
“As you please,” Bob said. “And now, having completed our errand, we’ll go back. Come on Jack.”
Big Ben turned away muttering something about two kids thinking they were smart, and, without further words, the boys started for their camp.
“Do you think he was bluffing?” Jack asked, as soon as they were out of hearing.