"Look sharp, fellows." "I'm on the job," howled Sam.
"Get clubs.

It may be a spook," howled Larry.
The Tramp Club surrounded the tree, keeping their formation as well as possible, not forgetting that their prey might slip away from them did they not guard all sides.

As yet they did not now who or what that prey was.

A moment later they halted with exclamations of surprise.
Directly beneath the tree in which Jane McCarthy had been hiding stood a man.

He was dark and swarthy, with high cheek bones and jet black hair.
He was an Indian half-breed.