wilderness about Indian Lake, in case the people living there didn't treat him and his family as well as Matt thought they ought to be treated.
"Or s'pos'n there wasn't no childern into the party," said he. "There'd be fine guns an' fish poles an' lots of nice grub, in course; an' couldn't I slip up to their camp when there wasn't no body there to watch it, an' tote some of them guns an' things off into the bresh an' hide 'em? Oh, there's plenty of ways to bust up guidin' an' them big hotels along with it. They would think twice before bein' too rough on me, 'cause they know me up there to Injun Lake."
And the man might have added that that was the very reason they drove him away from there—because they knew him.
"But the trouble is, I ain't got no boat of my own to run about with. The punt, she's too heavy, an' I ain't got no other," continued Matt Coyle; and then he stopped and looked hard at Tom, and Tom, in return, looked hard at Matt. An idea came into his head; or, to speak more in accordance with the facts, Tom
