"How can a fellow deny what he doesn't know, you silly duffer?" demanded Jack, frowning fiercely.
"Now it's certain you've given the whole thing away!"
"Like fun I have!"
"You'll see! Most likely everybody in camp'll be taggin' after us."
"Oh, get out, Timmy; you've said just as much about Wanna's gold mine as I have."
Tim gave a gesture of despair.
"Can you beat it, fellows?" he wailed. "There he goes again—actually—after all the mess he's made, too. Help—help—I mean help needed to make Jacky forget those two fateful words."
"Oh, dry up!" howled Jack, wrathfully. "Remember what happened to Tommy."
"My regular job seems to be stopping a row every few minutes," laughed Bob. "If Pete does know our secret, scrapping about it won't do a bit of good."
"And no one can prevent us from finding—from finding that—er—er—Jabberwock," added Dick.