Now, I don't just fancy his looks, and even if you weren't here to tell me about him I'd keep an eye on Mr.Stackpole during his stay in camp," was what Cuthbert said in a low tone, as he sat down on the upturned cedar boat alongside his friend.
"Well, that's the whole thing in a nutshell--it's a wise thing to keep watch of that man when he's near anything valuable, for he's got a reputation for being light-fingered, and I know he's been accused of lots of mean things up in this country.

Most men are afraid of him, for he can be an ugly customer in a scrap, and under that jolly laugh he has the temper of a devil.

And to tell you the truth, he doesn't like me worth a cent.

There's a story connected with it which I'll be glad to tell you at the first chance, that is if you care to hear anything concerning my wretched and unhappy past.

I think we'd better act as if we didn't suspect anything, only let him see we are here.