brown," answered Whopper. "I'd know 'em out of a million."
"We'll lay for them, Whopper."
Having donned their clothing, the four boys started back for town. To get to the road they had to cross a wide pasture, and when they were in the middle of this they saw a man approaching. The man carried a heavy cane, which he shook at them.
"Hello, it's Mr. Spink!" cried Snap.
"Come to warn us away, I suppose," grumbled the doctor's son. "Shall I tell him about what was done to our clothing?"
"No," answered Whopper. "We are not certain it was Ham and Carl."
Mr. Spink was a tall, overbearing man, who dressed almost as loudly as did his son. He strode up to the four lads with a dark look on his face, and this look grew even more resentful when he recognized them.
"Ha! so you are going to come here in spite of my warnings, eh?" he said, harshly.
"You haven't warned us of anything, Mr. Spink," answered Snap, calmly.
"Can't you read? Doesn't the sign say, 'All trespassing forbidden'? That is plain English, isn't it?"
