I didn't know
they were coming up here."
"Ham said something about going hunting," answered Whopper. "Don't
you know how he stuck up his nose at our way of going out?"
"Yes, I remember. But I don't see that their camp looks any better
than ours does," went on Snap. "See, they have a fancy striped tent.
That looks well, but it can't be very warm."
"They have one of those patent cook stoves, Snap. They don't use the
camp-fire to cook by."
"Well, I'd just as soon use the regular fire."
"See, they have a wash-stand and a regular looking-glass," went on
Whopper. "Nothing like being in style, is there?"
During their conversation the two boys had allowed their craft
to float close to shore. Now one of the lads in the camp saw
the boat and leaped up in alarm.
"Somebody is coming, fellows!" he called out.
"Oh, it's only Snap Dodge and Whopper Dawson," drawled Ham Spink,
lighting a fresh cigarette. "What do you want?" he asked, abruptly.
"Nothing," answered Snap, coldly.
"Then why did you come over?"
"We wanted to find out who was camping here, that's all.
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