Then they hunted around for a good quarter of an hour,
but without avail.
"Too bad!" groaned Snap. "Oh, how I wish I had put my hands on
that rascal!"
"He is certainly a bad one," was Whopper's comment.
"Yes, and Andrew Felps is almost as bad," said Shep. "He would
have bought those papers."
They retraced their steps toward the lake, and soon met Andrew
Felps and his companions.
"Did you catch him?" asked the lumber dealer, nervously.
"No," was Snap's short answer.
"Do you know him?" went on Andrew Felps, curiously.
"I know him to be the man who robbed the sawmill and set the place
on fire."
"Is that so?"
Andrew Felps put on an appearance of great surprise.
"Don't you know it, too?" said Snap, bluntly.
"Me? Of course not. Why---er---if I knew he was that kind of
a man-----" Andrew Felps broke off short. "Were you listening
to our talk?"
"We were," put in Whopper. "We heard every word, too."
"Ahem! Well, I---er---that is, I was only sounding the fellow,"
said the lumber dealer, lamely.
To this Snap did not say anything, although Andrew Felps looked
at him inquiringly.
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