"I was trying to find my way back to camp and lost my way in the woods."
"But your camp is on an island."
"I know it. I was carried off by some students who were hazing me. They put a bag over my head and took me in a boat, and I got mixed up."
"I hope they hazed you good," came from Dan Baxter with a malicious grin.
"Thank you, Dan, you always were a real friend," returned Dick, as coolly as he could.
"Oh, don't you come any of that game over me!" roared Dan Baxter. "I haven't forgotten the past, Dick Rover, and you'll find it out so before I get through with you. I was just hoping you or your precious brothers might drop into my arms."
"What are you and your father doing here?"
"That is my business," broke in Arnold Baxter.
"I don't see why you fellows can't turn over a new leaf," went on Dick earnestly.
"Oh, don't preach, Dick Rover," answered Dan Baxter. "You make me sick when you do that."
"I suppose you find this a good hiding-place."
"It has been—up to now," said Arnold Baxter.
