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In the craft sat a man of middle age, with thick hair and a heavy beard. "Who can it be?" questioned Whopper. "Perhaps it is one of the Felps crowd -to warn us away," spoke up Giant. "If it is, I'm rather for giving him a piece of our mind." "It is Jed Sanborn!" cried Shep. "He must be out to do a little hunting or fishing on his own account."
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.
The face of the old hunter looked familiar, and while he was eating, it came out that his name was Jack Dalton and that he had been one of the two guides who had come up to Lake Cameron with the Felps party. "I got sick of working for that crowd," said jack Dalton. "They wanted to make a regular nigger of me and I up and told Felps I wouldn't stand for it."
I'll have to walk I suppose," muttered the saw mill owner, as he looked around for a carriage and found none. "Just the time you want a rig you can't find one. I'll discharge Johnson as soon as I reach home." With his coat buttoned up around his neck, and his head bent low to escape the scudding snow, Andrew Felps hurried away from the depot and up to the main street of Fairview.
Well, I -er -that is, I was only sounding the fellow," said the lumber dealer, lamely. To this Snap did not say anything, although Andrew Felps looked at him inquiringly. "You don't suppose I was going to have anything to do with him?" demanded Andrew Felps, after a pause. "Yes, I do," said Snap, bluntly. "Bah! Nonsense! If he had shown those papers I should have taken them away from him."
"Must have been hit before she came this way," said Giant. As the young hunters surrounded the game they did not notice the approach of three men on snow-shoes, all carrying guns and gamebags. The three men were Andrew Felps and two of his particular friends, Giles Faswig and Vance Lemon. "Hi! what are you doing here?" demanded Andrew Felps, striding up angrily.
I demand that your son apologize to me for his actions or I shall make a complaint to the authorities." "Hamilton, what does this mean?" demanded Mr. Spink, after perusing the communication several times. "I don't know," answered the undutiful offspring brazenly. "Did you snowball Mr. Felps?" "No. I didn't snowball anybody." "He says you did." "He must be mistaken."
And the hunting around there ought to be just as good as around here." The others said they were willing, and a little later they made their way out of Lake Cameron and sent the rowboat along the rocky watercourse in the direction of Firefly Lake. It was now past noon, yet nobody was in the humor for eating. "The more I think of Andrew Felps the madder I get," said Shep.
"Come on and shove the boat out," said Snap. "We'll talk this over later." And before anybody could stop him he was in the craft and pushing out of the bushes. "Say look here " began Andrew Felps, but the boys paid no attention. All got on board the Snapper, and in a moment more the craft was out in the middle of the cove. "Don't you try to make any trouble for me!" shouted Giles Faswig.
If it is I want to know if you are going to give it up peaceably, or if we'll have to send down to town for an officer of the law? "You -you " commenced Andrew Felps, and then looked at Giles Faswig, who had turned slightly pale. "This may not be a serious business to you but it is to us," continued Snap.
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