Hazelton, Jim
Ferrers and myself."
"And then they gave you the tobacco for cigarettes, did they?"
"I made 'em gimme that first," Alf retorted, a look of cunning
in his eyes.
"So, my bright little hero, you sold us out for a toy bale of
cigarettes, did you?" demanded Tom Reade, staring coldly down
at the shame-faced youngster.
CHAPTER V
NO NEED TO WORK FOR PENNIES
"I---I didn't see how it could do any harm," sniveled young Drew.
"Perhaps it didn't," Tom admitted. "So far, it has resulted only
in our being ambushed and all but murdered. Now, where did they
take our tents and the other stuff?"
"I don't know," declared Alf. "Are the tents gone?" He answered
so promptly that Reade believed him.
"Very much so," replied Reade, releasing his grip on Drew's shoulder.
"Come on, friends, we'll hunt further."
"Say, what was that big explosion?" asked Alf, running after the
party when he found himself being left alone.
"No time to talk until we find our camp stuff," Tom called back
over his shoulder.
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