"Humph! This is a pretty time to visit our camp, I must say!"
"We didn't know you had a camp here," said Whopper.
"I'd like to know what you are doing here—after my ordering you away last summer and last winter," went on the lumber merchant, sourly.
"Didn't I say I was looking for our boat?" said Snap.
"Well, If you've got a boat you must be camping up here."
"We stayed ashore over night, that's all. We are bound for Lake Narsac," said Whopper. "Did you see a boat drifting past?" he continued.
"No, I didn't," snapped Andrew Felps. "Look here," he continued. "If this is a trick, let me warn you. You can't camp around here, and that settles it."
"We don't want to camp around here, Mr. Felps," answered Snap. " All we want is our boat, which got away from us last night. If you saw anything of the craft—"
"I want you to get out of here!" roared the lumber merchant. "I won't have you hanging around!"
At this moment two men came from one of the tents. They were Giles Faswig and Vance
