“That’s the man who tried to scrape acquaintance with us, and nearly got my purse later on.”
“I’d like to pick a quarrel with him and punch his head,” said Jack savagely.
“You won’t do anything of the kind, Jack Kimball,” warned Cora.
“So that’s our hated rival, is it?” asked Paul, looking at the young man with some amusement.
“I’ll have his heart’s blood,” hissed Walter tragically.
“It’s very queer,” mused Cora. “Don’t you remember, girls, how the gypsy girl nearly fainted when Bess happened to mention Higby’s name? And here he is now in the same camp with her.”
“I’d like to be near by when they meet,” remarked Belle.
“Still looking for a mystery,” chaffed Walter. “It beats all how you girls can pounce on trifles and make a mountain out of them.”
“Give them an ounce of fact and they’ll get a ton of romance,” agreed Paul.
“We’re not asking for your approval,” retorted Cora. “This is a case that requires brains and naturally you boys are all at sea.”