CHAPTER XIX.
NOT A LOVE FEAST At the same instant that Dick and his friends, all utterly astounded, peered into the cabin from the doorway, Fred Ripley felt the draught and looked around.
"Hullo!" shouted Fred gleefully.

"Here are the other babies!" "What are you fellows trying to do here ?" demanded Dick sternly, as he strode into the cabin.
"Minding our business, booby!" leered Fred.
"You've no right here.

Get out!" Dick ordered.
All of the intruding feasters were now regarding Prescott mockingly.

But perhaps Hen Dutcher, who was seated on the furthest side of the table from the door, was most pleased of all.
"Now, you want to shut your mouth, Dick Prescott, and keep it shut," advised Hen.

"You're not running this show, and you'll find it out mighty soon if you don't keep your tongue behind your teeth." "My, how brave you've grown, Hen!" remarked Dick scornfully.