"It's snooping when you go sticking your nose into other people's
business," declared Chester.

"This is my business," exclaimed Stubbs.

"Oh, no, it's not. It's just a plain case--"

"I tell you it is my business. It's the business of the New York
_Gazette_. The people in the United States want to know what is going on
over here."

"I'm afraid General Petain wouldn't agree with you, Stubbs," interposed
Hal. "He doesn't care what the people in the United States want. All he
cares about right now is to lick the Germans."

"Well, maybe you're right," Stubbs admitted, "but just the same--I want
you fellows to know that hunting news is not snooping."

"Stubbs," said Chester, "I've got to give you credit. In my opinion
you're a first class snooper."

"What?" exclaimed the little man, fairly dancing with rage. "Snooper? Me
a snooper? What do you mean?"

"Of course you are," replied Chester; "and a good one. Why, I can
remember once or twice that if you hadn't been a good snooper Hal and I
wouldn't be here now. Remember?"

"Well, yes," said Stubbs, somewhat mollified, "but I don't know whether
that's what you meant or not."