Constable Dock and his deputy were now almost out of sight among the trees, and no eye among the boys could see how much in the lead Mr.Fits was.
"They'll never catch him," sighed Dave.
"I'm afraid not," agreed Dick.
"And so, one of these nights, Mr.Fits will come back, ready to pay us back for our plan to turn him over to the police." "We took care of him before, didn't we ?" Prescott wanted to know.
"Yes; but Fits was alone, then, and the blizzard kept him from getting away to get help of his own choice kind.

Now he can travel as much as he likes.

We'll hear from him again, all right," Dave Darrin wound up.
"If we do, then we'll find a way to take care of him once more," hinted Prescott.
"Or we might vote that we've had a jolly good lot of camping, and go home," suggested Harry.
"What?
Let that rascal chase us out of the woods ?" flared Dick.

"All who want to go home may start.

I'll stay here as long as I want to, even if I have to camp alone." "You know pretty well, Dick, that you won't have to stay in camp alone," offered Dave.
"Of course not," agreed Tom Reade.