"You can't crush a rebellion without eating.

Nor am I going to quit fishing either." "Here comes another big white chip," said Dick.
Warner caught it on his hook and towed it in.

It bore the inscription, freshly cut: Let our river alone Take in your lines You're in danger, As you'll soon see.
It was unsigned and they stared at it in wonder.
"Do you think this is really a warning ?" said Pennington, "or is it some of the fellows playing tricks on us ?" "I believe it's a warning," said Warner soberly.

"Probably a farmer a little distance up the stream has been cutting wood, and these chips have come from his yard, but he didn't send them.

Dick, can you tell handwriting when it's done with a knife ?" Dick looked at the chip long and critically.
"It may be imagination," he said, "but the words cut there bear some resemblance to the handwriting of Harry Kenton.