"Hear! hear!" cried Frank.
"Why didn't you lay the outfit down at a safe distance then, and help
fight the fire with us?" demanded Bluff.
"I guess I know enough to take warning from your sad experience. They
hooked your old gun; the next thing they'll be after will be my camera.
No, sir, I hang on to that business through thick and thin. They'll have
to chloroform me to get my films away, and that's so."
"Was it an accident?" asked Bluff, looking to Frank for an opinion.
"What do you think, Jerry?" demanded the leader.
"It couldn't have been an accident, and I'm dead sure of it," was
the reply.
"Suppose you state your reasons then."
"First, we banked the fire down as usual before crawling into bed. Then
there wasn't a particle of wind to scatter the sparks. And last, but not
least, those heaps of dead leaves were carried here! I happen to know
that place was just about bare last evening!" replied the other,
seriously.
Will uttered an exclamation of wonder and alarm.
"Do you really mean to say that some fellows would be mean enough to try
and burn our camp?" he asked.
"I wouldn't put it past that Andy Lasher. Talk to me about your heathen!
he's just about equal to any of 'em.
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