"No joking round here," he growled; "now, then, if you know what's good for you you two kids will vamoose."
"What's the danger if we keep on?" asked Roy.
"Why, they're trying a new kind of explosive back there. It might go off the wrong way, your way, for instance, and hurt you," was the reply.
"Seems a funny sort of place to try out explosives," said Roy.
"Seems a queer sort of place for you two kids to come. Who are you, anyhow?"
"Oh, we are camping down below and we just came out for a stroll."
"Well, stroll some other place, then. Git away from round here."
"We certainly will," flashed back Roy; "come on, Jimsy."
As there seemed nothing else to do Jimsy agreed. They turned away and began retracing their steps, no wiser as to the whereabouts of the man with the broken boot than they had been when they set out.
Just as they turned to go, however, another man came out of the woods behind the man with the rifle. When he saw the boys he gave an abrupt start.