Maybe it was all right for you fellers to get your horse and wagon back this morning, but you shouldn't have meddled to-night." "I guess maybe that's right," nodded Darrin sulkily, "but you went in too strong in getting even.

You had no call to cripple us for life." "Oh, I guess it ain't as bad as that," muttered the boss tramp, though there was uneasiness in his voice.
So the tramps sat and smoked about a fire that one of their number had lighted.

Another fifteen minutes went by.
"Come, it's time for you fellers to get busy, and give us something---songs, dances, comic recitations, or something like that.
That's what we brought you here for," declared the boss, rising and prodding Darrin with one foot.
But Dave gave forth no sign.

His eyes were half open, yet he appeared to see nothing.
"Here, what have you been doing to my friend ?" demanded Dick, crawling as if feebly over to where Darry lay.

"Great Scott! You haven't injured him, have you ?" Dick acted his part as well as Dave did, but the boss tramp was not inclined to be nervous.
"No," he retorted shortly.