Instantly Dan Baxter's face grew dark, and he drew back his hand as if
to strike Tom.
"You're a fresh one!" he burst out. "Are you telling me the truth?"
"I am. He has the map, and I reckon he'll keep it. Now, if it's all the
same to you, we'll take that meal. Eh, Sam?"
"I'm hungry enough."
"I shan't give you a mouthful!" roared Baxter. "You can't play any game
on me."
"That shows what your promise is worth, Baxter," returned Tom. "I didn't
expect much else, though, for I know you thoroughly. Still, we told you
nothing but the truth."
With a face full of hatred Dan Baxter turned on his heel and left them.
Presently they heard him sit down with the others, and all began to eat
the food that had been cooking.
"I must say we didn't gain much," observed Tom gloomily. "I suppose I
ought to have humored him, in order to get something. But I despise him
so I can't help pitching into him."
"I wouldn't humor him--I'd starve first!" returned Sam earnestly. "I am
glad we weren't carrying the map."
"So am I glad.
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