CHAPTER XIII
IN THE CAMP OF THE ENEMY
Snap and Whopper listened to the words of the small boy with keen interest. Instantly they came to the conclusion that the lad must be speaking of their own craft.
"Hush, Dick!" cried Giles Faswig, hastily. "You go back In the tent and stay there until these strangers go away."
"What boat did your uncle bring in last night?" asked Snap, walking up to the lad.
"See here, you leave my nephew alone!" roared Faswig.
"Can't I speak to him?"
"No, I don't want him talking to the likes of you."
"He said you brought in a boat last night when he woke up," came from Whopper. "Was it our boat?"
"None of your business!" snapped Giles Faswig, and as he spoke he took his nephew by the arm and turned him back into one of the tents. "Stay there, now mind!" he added, in a low, tense voice.
