Hazelton and I are to be gone for the day."
"Going prospecting?"
"We're going minding," smiled Reade.
"Mining?" repeated the visitor. "Mining what?"
"We are going off to mind our own business," Tom drawled. "Good
morning."
"Then you're not coming over to our place?"
"No!" shouted Harry Hazelton, losing patience. "What do you want?"
"As you will observe, friend," suggested Tom, smiling at the messenger,
"my partner has well mastered the lesson that a soft answer is
a soother."
"Are you going to leave our camp?" Harry demanded, as the visitor
squatted on the ground.
"If you two are going away," scowled the other, "you'll need some one
to stay and watch the camp. I'll stay for you."
"Come on, Harry!" Tom called, starting away under the trees.
Alf Drew had already gone. Breakfast being over the young cigarette
fiend had no notion of staying in camp for a share in any trouble
that might be brewing.
"Why on earth are you leaving the camp at that fellow's mercy?"
quivered Harry indignantly, as he and Tom got just out of earshot
of the visitor.
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