“Ya’ou the boss here?”
“Good-morning,” said Mr. Ellsworth.
“Ya’ou the boss?”
“No; the boys are boss; anything we can do for you?”
The stranger looked about curiously. “Got permission t’ camp here, I s’pose.”
“There’s the owner of the property,” said Mr. Ellsworth, laughingly, indicating Roy.
“Hmmm; ye got a young feller here by th’ name o’ Slade?”
“That’s what we have,” said the scoutmaster with his usual breezy pleasantry.
“Well, I reckon I’ll hev ter see him.”
“Certainly; what for?” Mr. Ellsworth asked rather more interested.