Good day." With that, the driver mounted his seat, turned the horses about and was off without once looking back.
"Now let's go over to the house and see the boss," murmured Tom.
Together the chums skirted the camp, going up to the wooden building.
As the door was open, Tom, with a sense of good manners, approached from the side that he might not appear to be peeping in on the occupants of the building.

Gaining the side of the doorway, with Harry just behind him, Reade knocked softly.
"Quit yer kidding, whoever it is, and come in," called a rough voice.
Tom thereupon stepped inside.

What he saw filled him with surprise.
Around the room were three or four tables.

There were many utensils hanging on the walls.

There were two stoves, with a man bending over one of them and stirring something in a pot.
"Oh, I beg your pardon," said Tom.