"Perhaps I had better say that is my business, too," answered Dick, coldly.
"I believe you have met him, and that that is his handkerchief," went on Farvel, sourly.
"All right; think what you please. We did you a good turn this morning, but you are not making us particularly happy over it."
"Oh, if you want pay for what you did, there you are," growled the newcomer; and pulling a couple of silver dollars from his pocket he flung them at Dick.
On the instant Dick's face grew crimson, and he walked up to the man with clenched fists. "You are no gentleman, Joseph Farvel," he cried. "I have seen quite enough of you. The sooner you leave our camp, the better I will be pleased."
"And so will I be pleased," put in Bob.
"An' yer kin take yer money wid yer," added Danny. "We ain't so hard up as yer seem to t'ink."
"You don't dare to answer me about Robert Menden," burst out Joseph Farvel.
"We have no reason to answer any of your questions," said Dick.
"I'll wager all I am worth that he is with the rest of your party."
"And what if that should be true," put in Bob. "Hasn't a man a right to travel where he pleases?"
