“Might as well,” answered Jerry; “but before we do I think these chaps ought to be told that the sheriff promised to drop in and see us to-morrow; and that if there’s any more of this humbug and annoyance tried, I’m going to ask him to take the whole bunch back to Centerville.”

“And I promise to prefer a charge of malicious mischief against them, and an attempt to destroy property.  Incendiarism is a crime, especially when life is placed in peril; and one of us might have been burned while we slept,” added Frank, severely.

There were exclamations of alarm from the cowering boys.  They had been intimidated by the guns of Jerry and his chum, but this new source of danger chilled their ardor wonderfully.

“I reckon we ain’t goin’ to try any more tricks, fellers.  Thought we’d have a leetle fun out of this campin’ business; but seein’ as how ye take it so hard, we’d better draw off,” muttered Pet, completely humbled.

“Yes, ‘fun for the boys, but death to the frogs,’ as the old story says.  That sort of thing is too one-sided to suit me.  Just play your jokes on each other, if you must amuse yourselves.  We have our own way of extracting fun out of an outing.  Well, come along, boys.  And, Andy, thank you for helping get Jerry out of that hole.”

He thrust out his hand to the other as he spoke, but Andy did not take it.

“Ain’t got anything to do with the rest of ye; but Jerry he saved my life.  I told him I was goin’ to quit naggin’ his crowd, an’ so I am; but that don’t mean I’m a turnin’ a saint right away.  Pet here is itchin’ for a lickin’, an’ I got a good notion to ’commodate him.”

Andy glared in the direction of his lieutenant, and it was plain to be seen that the spirit of warfare had not as yet been diminished in his bosom.

“Oh! well, have it out among yourselves, boys.  As long as you leave us alone we won’t bother you in the least, I give you my word,” said Frank.

“Come on, you fellows,” cried Will.  “I’m anxious to get away from here.  That Pet gave me the cold creeps when he came so near ruining my films.  Ugh! me for the comforts of our own camp.”

No one wanted to linger.  Even Jerry was glad to turn his back on the old cabin and stalk away, with his gun over his arm.

“Say,” called Will, over his shoulder, a few minutes later, as they were pushing through the woods and following the back trail.

“Well, what is it?” asked Jerry.

“We forgot something, boys,’’ continued the other.

“What’s that?” demanded Frank, coming to a stand.

“Why, when we were about it we ought to have demanded that they return Bluff’s dandy, repeating shotgun,” said Will.

Thereupon Frank broke out into a laugh and turned upon Jerry.

“Hear that, will you?” he remarked, as if tickled.

“Oh, rats! there’s that blessed old gun bobbing up again.  Will I ever hear the last of that machine?” exclaimed Jerry, shrugging his shoulders.