Both were soon by the campfire again.
"Was it the same fellow ?" demanded Darry, in a low voice.
"It must have been," Dick nodded, "though you didn't see him at all when you encountered him, and I didn't get a view of his face.
But he had on a tan colored shirt.

He also had on brown corduroy trousers and low-cut black shoes.

He kept his torn cap pulled down over his eyes so that I couldn't get a look at his face that would enable me to know it again if I saw it." "Hang the fellow!" growled Darry.

"Does he take us for a human meal ticket with six coupons ?" "He must be hungry," rejoined Dick, "when he could get away with all that steak and then come back, within a few hours, for more of our food." "How did you come to catch him ?" Dave asked curiously.
Prescott explained how he had managed to remain awake and on guard, against a possible second visit from the young prowler.
"So we've got to stay up the rest of the night, and mount guard every night, have we ?" grunted Darry disgustedly.

"Fine!" "We'll either have to watch, or part with our food," Dick assented.
"We ought to have brought Harry Hazelton's bull-dog.