Talk about your
scarecrows, I'd like to wager--"
"To be continued in our next; come along, Jerry," cried Frank, as he
started on.
A minute later the merry popping of the two exhausts told that the convoy
for the "chuck-wagon," as they called it, was on the way.
CHAPTER V
THE FIRST CAMP SUPPER
"They don't seem to be around," said Jerry, when he and his chum had
covered at least half the distance to the lumber camp, without seeing
a sign of the three fellows who had tried to dispute their advance in
the morning.
"I hope they're not hovering around our camp, to make trouble for the
boys," observed Frank, shaking his head.
The other laughed aloud in a scoffing way.
"All I can say is, I'm mighty sorry for Pet and his pals if they try that
sort of business when that criminal of a Bluff is sitting there with his
Gatling gun, ready for work. I'd sooner face a tiger, honest I would,
than that instrument of destruction. I bet there won't be a chippy left
around here when we get out."
"Oh! shucks, Jerry, remember that he isn't in your class. When he empties
that six-shot gun and makes a miss every time, what does it matter? If
the game had only poor Bluff and his repeater to fear they could well
laugh.
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