But we may see him some day."
When the four young hunters returned to the boats they found Simon
Lundy had hidden himself behind some bushes. He came out rather
shamefacedly and asked if they had met the negro.
"Yes; and he said he was coming to chew you up," answered Whopper,
with a wink at his chums.
"H-he did!" quaked Simon Lundy. "Sa-say, hadn't we better be
a-goin'?"
"We are not going to bother to look for him any more," said Snap,
who was disgusted with the cowardly and miserly farmer. "We are
going on our way."
"An' what be I a-goin' tew do?"
"Take Mr. Welby's boat back," answered Snap, shortly. "You can
row, can't you?"
"A leetle, yes."
"Then, good-by to you," said Shep, and leaped into the rowboat
containing the camp outfit.
"Hi! Don't leave me here alone!" ejaculated Pop Lundy, in fresh
alarm. "Shove the boat out into the stream."
This they did for him, and soon he was rowing away from the spot
as best he could, fearful, evidently, that the negro would come,
as Whopper had said, to "chew him up."
"He's about the limit!" was Snap's comment, when Simon Lundy was
out of hearing.
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