“We selected it,” replied Frank, growing angrier at Davis’ words.

“Well, I can’t see that that makes it yours,” returned Davis.  “However, we won’t argue about that.  I’ll just stay here and you go some place else.”

“Not much you don’t,” declared Frank.  “Either you’ll skip out of here right now, or I shall have to throw you out.”

“I don’t believe you will do a whole lot of throwing,” smiled Davis.  “Anyhow, I’ll take a chance by staying.”

He settled himself more comfortably in his chair and picked up a book.

Frank’s eyes flashed angrily, but Jack laid a soothing hand on his friend’s shoulder.

“Let him alone,” he commanded.

“What for?” demanded Frank.  “Think I am going to let a man like him run me out of my own quarters?  Not much.”

“But we can seek other quarters,” said Jack, who was always peaceable until aroused.  “What’s the use of getting in trouble?”

“It won’t be much trouble,” said Frank.  “I’ll just throw him out.”

Jack smiled.

“He might fool you,” he said quietly.  “To me, he looks as though he would be hard for you to handle.”

“I suppose you think you could do it all right?” said Frank.

“Well, I suppose I could if I started out to,” declared Jack.  “But I don’t intend to make a fool of myself.”

This answer only served to enrage Frank the more and he advanced upon Davis threateningly.

“Are you going to get out of here?” he demanded angrily.

Davis looked at him lazily.

“Well, no,” he said at last; “I’m not.”

Frank sprang upon him without another word and, seizing him by both shoulders, bore him over to the floor, falling on top of him.  Then the lad quickly raised himself to his feet, and when Davis got up a moment later Frank grabbed him by the back of the neck with his right hand and the trousers with his left and hustled him to the door.

In vain did Davis seek to free himself from this hold.  Although he was undoubtedly stronger and more than a match for Frank, the lad had him at a disadvantage; and he could do nothing to help himself as the boy hustled him through the door of the cabin.

There Frank gave Davis a last vigorous shove and he went spinning down the little hallway.

“There,” said Frank, “perhaps that will teach you to stay where you belong.”

He stepped back in the cabin, closed and locked the door.  Then he turned to Jack.

“He’s gone,” he said quietly.

“I see he has,” replied Jack, smiling.  “Now, let’s get to bed.”

But Davis, routed though he had been, still had a few remarks to make.  He tried the knob of the door, and, finding it locked, raised his voice.

“Hey!  Let me in there,” he demanded.

“You’re out; stay out!” said Frank.

“You come out here and I’ll punch your face,” said Davis.