“I don’t know that we’re bound to replace it, though. We didn’t steal it.”
“No, but I’d feel better if we did. You fellows needn’t help, though; I’ve got enough to pay for it all.”
“Nonsense; we’ll go thirds on it. But what are you going to do?”
“Go fishing,” answered Chub, with a grin.
“Fishing?”
“Yes, up near where the Gipsies are camped.”
“Pshaw, you can’t find anything, Chub!”
“I don’t suppose I can,” replied Chub, musingly, “but—well, it won’t do any harm to have a look around.”
“Let me go with you,” said Roy, eagerly. But Chub shook his head.
“No, I’ll go alone. I want to look around the camp a bit, and they won’t think much of it if I stumble in there alone.”
“Don’t think they’ll act badly, do you?” asked Roy, uneasily.
“No; why should they? They won’t know what I’m up to. Maybe they won’t see me. We’d better not let Harry know anything about it,
