"Who says so?"
"I do."
"I—I did not."
"Yes, you did."
"Don't you know you were seen?" asked Phil, with a wink at his chums.
It was only a chance shot, but it told in a most unexpected way.
"Say, has Tom Rally been talking about me?" roared Nat, in sudden rage. "If he has I'll—I'll"
"Now, take it easy," advised Dave. "Nat, don't you realize that this is a serious matter?"
"I don't care! I'll fix Hally, see if I don't!"
At that moment the door opened, and the boy who had been rescued from the hole in the snowy hollow came in with several chums.
"Hally, come here!" called Phil.
"Say, did you give me away, after all?" demanded Nat Poole, rushing forward and catching Tom Hally by the arm.
"Let go of me!" returned Hally. "I don't know what you are talking about."
"Yes, you do, you sneak!"
"I'm no sneak!" And Tom Hally's eyes flashed dangerously.
"Hally, tell me, did Nat Poole take our shoes and boots and slippers that night?" demanded Dave.
