"No, sir! And nothing like it, either." "Is all the clothing in there yours ?" demanded the stranger sternly.
"No, sir," Ted answered promptly.
"Then-----" "You see," Ted went on more glibly, and trying to conceal the fact that he was very uneasy under those burning eyes, "it's just a joke that I'm playing on some fellows who are swimming." "You consider that sort of a joke humorous ?" demanded the stranger, tightening the grip of his hand on Teall's shoulder until the boy squirmed.
"It's not a bit worse than what one of them did to me this morning," Ted asserted, strongly on the defensive now.

"And I don't know what business it is of yours, mister.

Who are you, anyway ?" "My name," replied the other quietly, "is Amos Garwood." "Amos Gar---wood ?" Ted repeated.

At first the name conveyed no information to him.

But suddenly he remembered the name that had been on everyone's tongue a few days before.
"The crazy man ?" cried Ted, his voice shaking.