"And a whole train of wagons!"
"Good enough!" nodded Tom. "I hope the new folks camp right close
to here. We need good neighbors more than anything else."
"But they may belong to Gage's crowd," Alf insisted.
"Don't you believe it, lad. Dolph Gage hasn't money enough to
finance a crowd like that."
"It may be Dunlop's crowd," suggested Hazelton.
"That's more likely," said Tom. "Well we'll be glad enough to
see Dunlop back here with a outfit. This part of the woods will
soon be a town, at that rate."
"Come out where you can get a look a new crowd," urged Alf.
"If it's any one who wants to be neighborly," Reade answered with
a shake of his head, "he's bound to stop in and say 'howdy.' We're
going to get breakfast now."
"Then I'll be back soon, and tell you anything I can find out
about the new folks," cried Alf, darting away.
But Tom raced after the lad, collaring him.
"Alf, listen to me. We're not paying you to come in on time to
get your meals. You get over there by Jim's cooking outfit and
be ready to take orders.
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