"It couldn't have been an accident, and I'm dead sure of it," was the reply.
"Suppose you state your reasons then."
"First, we banked the fire down as usual before crawling into bed. Then there wasn't a particle of wind to scatter the sparks. And last, but not least, those heaps of dead leaves were carried here! I happen to know that place was just about bare last evening!" replied the other, seriously.
Will uttered an exclamation of wonder and alarm.
"Do you really mean to say that some fellows would be mean enough to try and burn our camp?" he asked.
"I wouldn't put it past that Andy Lasher. Talk to me about your heathen! he's just about equal to any of 'em. But don't you agree with me, Frank?"
"Certainly I do, because I happen to have a strong bit of evidence which
I picked up out there close to the burning leaves."
He held something up.
"A match-box!" exclaimed Will.
"Do any of you own that?"