been in when they had refused to let him have any, ammunition.

"Look here, if you know anything about our boat I want to know it,"
said Whopper, without stopping to think twice.

"Your boat?" repeated Vance Lemon, and then he looked at Giles Faswig,
who winked.

"Yes, our boat," repeated Whopper. "We tied it to a tree last night
and now it is gone."

"I didn't touch your boat," growled Andrew Felps.

"Nor did I," put in Vance Lemon.

"You had better be gone about your business," came from Giles Faswig.
"We didn't come up here to be bothered by a lot of kids."

"We want our boat---and we are bound to get it," said Snap, firmly.

"Well, go find it," cried Andrew Felps.

"We want to know if anybody in this camp knows anything about the
boat."

Just then a boy of eight or nine years of age came out of one of the
tents, rubbing his eyes sleepily.

"Uncle Giles," he said, walking up to Faswig, "where are we going
to-day, and what are you going to do with that boat you brought in