self. How about that, Frank, is he such a coward" demanded Jerry.
The other laughed.
"Don't ask me," he replied, shaking his head; "it isn't quite fair to give poor old Uncle Toby away like that. But we're getting close to the camp now, and, if he is around, I'll soon raise him like I did before."
"If he's let that supper burn, something is going to happen to a respectable colored gentleman I know," threatened Bluff.
"Listen to him. Talk about your fighters, this Bluff takes the cake. Why, not satisfied with trying to whip the entire Lasher crowd in a bunch, now he wants to take on poor harmless old Uncle Toby Washington Low. Perhaps after all, it's just as well such a blood-thirsty character has been robbed of his little pump-gun. Why, he'd have cleaned out the whole woods community, given half a chance," jeered Jerry.
"Come now, let that drop. I'm only joking, and you know it. I wouldn't lay a single finger on old Toby's white wool for worlds. But where is he, Frank?" said Bluff.
"Say, there's something in our camp, boys!" ejaculated Will, at that moment.
"What's that?" asked Frank, his interest suddenly aroused.
