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"So you can easily see we don't need this venison at all," he added. At this the two men looked at each other and murmured something the boys could not catch. "We came over to er to do a little trading," said Giles Faswig. "Got plenty of ammunition on hand, I reckon." "All we wish," answered Snap, and then he suddenly "smelt a mouse," as the saying goes, and winked at his chums.
"Didn't I warn you off of my land last summer? You have no right to hunt here." "They have the deer!" put in Giles Faswig. Hang the luck anyhow." "Never mind, the deer belongs to us it was shot on my land," muttered Andrew Felps. "Certainly it is your deer if it was shot on your land," put in Vance Lemon. The four boy hunters listened to the talk in considerable dismay.
Evidently the three men intended to appropriate the game. "Is this your land?" asked Whopper. "We didn't see any fence," put in Snap. "The fences are there anyway I had them put up last fall, after the fire. You have no right to even cross my land, much less do any shooting." "Felps, ain't you going to claim the deer?" asked Giles Faswig. "Certainly I am.
"We'll pay you triple price," said Giles Faswig. "Come, that will be easy money for you." "Not if you offer us a hundred times the value of the ammunition," said Snap, firmly. "You treated us as mean as dirt before. Now, if you want any ammunition, you can tramp back to town and get it." At this the men broke into a rage and began to threaten the young hunters in various ways.
"Look here, if you know anything about our boat I want to know it," said Whopper, without stopping to think twice. "Your boat?" repeated Vance Lemon, and then he looked at Giles Faswig, who winked. "Yes, our boat," repeated Whopper. "We tied it to a tree last night and now it is gone." "I didn't touch your boat," growled Andrew Felps. "Nor did I," put in Vance Lemon.
They had brought over the deer meat merely to smooth matters over, so that they could get the ammunition, which they needed sorely. "Look here, if you threaten us any more, I'll have you up before the squire," said Snap, at last. "You clear out and leave us alone." And then, in high dudgeon, Giles Faswig and Vance Lemon departed, taking the deer meat with them.
The next instant the hand was shaken off violently and the youth stood before the man with blazing eyes and doubled-up fists. "Don't you try that again, Mr. Faswig," said Snap, in a cold, measured voice. "You have no right to touch me." "And you have no right in this camp." "You clear out!" came from Andrew Felps. "I don't want you around another minute."
Faswig stepped in front of the boys and so did Felps and Lemon. All three of the men looked ugly, and Snap and Whopper did not know what to do. "Mr. Felps," began Snap, after a painful pause, "I want you to listen to what I have to say. Last night our rowboat with our outfit on board disappeared. I don't know if it drifted off or was stolen.
"You were lucky to locate the craft." "It was all through that boy," returned Whopper. "I pity him if he has Giles Faswig for an uncle." "I think the best we can do is to leave Lake Cameron at once," said Giant. "We don't want to run into that crowd again." The others agreed, and by eight o'clock that morning the tent was taken down and stored away and the journey to Firefly Lake was begun.
They had treated the young hunters so meanly that the latter had voted not to let them have any powder or cartridges and this had broken up the outing of the Felps party. "Hello, those young rascals are out here again!" muttered Vance Lemon, who was naturally as sour as his name implied. "Say, I've fixed them," whispered Giles Faswig, with a wink at Lemon. "I'll tell you about it later.
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