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"I don't wonder that you got sick of Andrew Felps," put in Giant. "You know how he treated is." "It was dirt mean, lad, an' I about told him so, too. But the Felpses always was a hard crowd to deal with. He thought he was gettin' one in on Mr. Dodge when he fired you out." "I thought as much," said Snap. "He is very bitter against my father."
"But I've heard about you before -down to Fairview. Well, we'll go." "Yes, and mighty quick, too!" roared Andrew Felps, and rushing forward he kicked at the campfire with his foot and sent one of the frying-pans whirling into the bushes. "I wouldn't be so hard on the youngsters, Andy," said one of the men, in a low tone. "Oh, I know them, Sam," was Andrew Felps's answer.
"They say they know you knocked Andrew Felps down," went on Dudder, finding some consolation in the fact that Ham was in difficulties too. "They didn't see a thing!" roared the dudish youth. "Well, that is what they say." "Humph! Carl, they are bound to get us into trouble." "Of course. They haven't got over last summer's trouble yet. I suppose they will make it as hot for us as they can."
"To keep?" "No; to return to their rightful owners." To this Snap made no reply. Andrew Felps was clearly disconcerted. "Evidently you don't believe me, boy." Still Snap was silent. "See here, do you expect to make trouble for me on this account?" pursued the lumber dealer, growing angry. "I shall tell the truth, that's all," said Snap. "I see!
"You had better be gone about your business," came from Giles Faswig. "We didn't come up here to be bothered by a lot of kids." "We want our boat -and we are bound to get it," said Snap, firmly. "Well, go find it," cried Andrew Felps. "We want to know if anybody in this camp knows anything about the boat."
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.
It was Andrew Felps, the rich lumber merchant who owned much of the land around the lake and who had treated them so meanly the summer and the winter previous. "Hi, you!" roared Felps. "What are you doing around here?" "Looking for our boat," answered Snap. "Humph! This is a pretty time to visit our camp, I must say!" "We didn't know you had a camp here," said Whopper.
"What a beautiful spot this is!" said Giant, gazing back to the lake before plunging into the woods. "It is strange that so few folks come up here to camp." "Well, it's lucky for us," answered Whopper. "We shouldn't care for many -especially of the Andrew Felps kind." "Oh, don't mention him, Whopper. It makes me angry to think of him, and I don't want my day's fun spoiled."
"No, I didn't," snapped Andrew Felps. "Look here," he continued. "If this is a trick, let me warn you. You can't camp around here, and that settles it." "We don't want to camp around here, Mr. Felps," answered Snap. "All we want is our boat, which got away from us last night. If you saw anything of the craft " "I want you to get out of here!" roared the lumber merchant.
Jed Sanborn looked around in perplexity. "Why, say, this ain't the camp I expected," he stammered. "The other was burnt down when we got here," answered Snap. "Burnt down? 'T wasn't burnt down when I was here last, lad." "So you told us. It must have been burnt down after that. The work of some enemy," put in Shep. "You don't suspect Felps, do you?"
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