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"The place isn't fenced in," said Whopper. "No; but it will be, shortly. I am going to have a wire fence put up." Seeing there was a dispute going on, Giant came ashore. "What's the trouble?" he sang out. "Bad news from home?" "No -bad news right here," murmured Shep, coming towards him. "What do you mean?" "Wait and see." "I came down here to camp out myself," went on Andrew Felps.
"Nobody," said Whopper. "We took permission. What have you got to say about it?" he added, not liking the man's tone. "What have I got to say about it?" ejaculated the bearded man. "I've got a good deal to say about it, seems to me. Don't you know this is my private property?" "No; we didn't know that," put in Snap, quickly. "Are you Mr. Chester?" "No; I am Mr. Andrew Felps."
"Ha!" cried Andrew Felps, with interest. "You are certain of that?" "I am." "And you -you " The lumber dealer paused. "In a roundabout way I met the fellow who had the papers. For a consideration he let me have them. If you want them you can have them -provided you will pay the price." The boy hunters had listened to the foregoing conversation with intense interest.
"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.
"I know him to be the man who robbed the sawmill and set the place on fire." "Is that so?" Andrew Felps put on an appearance of great surprise. "Don't you know it, too?" said Snap, bluntly. "Me? Of course not. Why -er -if I knew he was that kind of a man " Andrew Felps broke off short. "Were you listening to our talk?" "We were," put in Whopper. "We heard every word, too." "Ahem!
"It is mighty queer," muttered Mr. Spink. "I will look into this to-morrow." "The old Harry take Felps anyway," muttered Ham to himself. "How did he learn I threw that snowball? That Dodge crowd must have told him." It was Mammy Shrader's neighbor, Samuel O'Brien, who called upon Mr. Dudder. "Sure, Mr. Dodder, yer son ought to be locked up, so he ought," said the Irishman.
"Here is where he did some figuring," said Whopper, pointing to the board, which contained numerous pencil marks. "Maybe -hullo! look here!" "What's up now?" asked Snap, running forward. "Here is the name of Andrew Felps!" "Felps!" came from all of the others in a chorus. "Can that man have been here?" asked Giant. "I must say, I don't understand this," came from Snap. "But I have got an idea."
"They seem to be doing some hard talking." "Who are they?" "One of them is Andrew Felps." "And the other?" "I don't know who he is." "He is the man we are after!" cried Whopper "Don't you see his red hair and red moustache?" "Let us go around the rocks and get closer in that way," said Snap, and his suggestion was followed out promptly.
We got permission to go camping out and picked this place as suiting us." "Well, you knew what was good," put in another of the men. "Did you see us looking around here a couple of weeks ago?" went on Andrew Felps. "We did not." "Who are these -other kids with you?" "Thank you, but I am not a kid," put in Shep. "My name is Sheppard Reed, and I am the son of Dr. Reed of Fairview.
"I doubt if we find another to equal it." "It won't do any good if we do -on this lake," said Snap. "Andrew Felps will not let us stay here if he has purchased the property -as he says he has. I am afraid it is all due to me that we have got to move on," he added. "That man hates my father worse than poison." "It is his natural meanness, that's what it is," said Whopper.
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