CHAPTER IX.
THE INTRUDER WHO TRIED TO BE "BOSS" The heavy door was thrust open--and then the Grammar School boys had the surprise of their lives.
No swarm had invaded their camp.

Instead a solitary man, clad in heavy overcoat, and with a cap pulled down over his ears, stamped into the cabin.
In his astonishment and dismay Dick Prescott could not repress the cry of: "It's Fits--Mr.Fits himself!" "I see you hain't forgot me!" snarled the fellow, as he slammed the door shut, dropped the bar in the place, and then stood with his back to that barrier.
"See here, you can't stay here," declared Dick, his eyes flashing.
"Can't, eh ?" jeered the fellow.

"And what's going to stop me ?" "We are.

You've no business here." "And if I don't see fit to go, my young bantam ?" "Then we'll put you out.

We're smaller than you are, but there are seven of us--six, I mean," Dick corrected, after a glance at quaking Hen.
"You'll find we can take care of you!" "You kids, eh ?" laughed Mr.Fits hoarsely.