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"He is mean enough to get drowned, so as to save the expense of a cemetery lot." While talking, the boys continued to row steadily, and soon a point of land took them out of sight of Andrew Felps and his party. Then they rested on their oars and held a consultation. "This is certainly something we didn't bargain for," was Snap's comment. "It knocks all of our plans endways, as the saying goes."
So far, since leaving their first camp, they had not seen or heard of Andrew Felps, but that afternoon an old hunter strolled into their locality and asked if they could furnish him with a meal and a shakedown until morning, offering three rabbits in payment. "I think we can accommodate you," said Snap. "And you can keep your rabbits."
As the snowballing went on a distant locomotive whistle sounded out and the afternoon train from the East rolled into the station. Several passengers alighted and among the number was Andrew Felps, of the Felps Lumber Company, the man who had caused the boy hunters so much trouble the summer previous. Mr. Andrew Felps was in a bad humor.
It was from Andrew Felps and ran, in part, as follows: "I have a complaint to make against your son Hamilton. To-day while I was on my way through the streets of our town I was assailed in the fashion of a ruffian by your son, who threw snowballs at me, knocking me down and ruining my silk hat and a rare volume of history I was carrying.
They reached the lake after several adventures and settled down in a comfortable camp, from which, however, they were driven by a saw mill owner named Andrew Felps, who ran a rival concern to that in which Snap's father owned an interest. The young hunters then moved to Firefly Lake, a mile away, and there hunted and fished to their hearts' content.
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."
"We have worked hard to fit up this spot, as you can see. But your meanness is nothing but what I should expect from one who would act as you did about that Spur Road tract of lumber." "Shut up, you imp!" snarled Andrew Felps, growing red in the face. I have my rights, as you'll soon learn. Pack up your duds and get out at once!" "Well, you are a gentleman!" cried Shep, also growing angry.
At first the downfall was not great, but presently there was a perfect deluge and then the boy hunters knew that the danger from the forest fire was over. Looking up the lake they saw Andrew Felps and his party in their launch, unharmed. The camp of the lumber dealer, however, had been burned out clean and clear, along with all of the provisions.
Then he made another turn, presently reaching the spot where our heroes and the other lads were having their sport. "Hi! here comes old Felps!" cried Giant. "We ought to give him something to remember us by!" "Don't you do it!" returned Snap quickly. "He doesn't know what fun is, and he'd be sure to make trouble."
"Say, boys, camping out with chicken and mince pie won't be bad, will it?" "Yum! yum!" was the only answer the others gave. By noon they found themselves on Lake Cameron. On one shore were the grim evidences of that terrible forest fire which had nearly cost the saw mill robber and the Felps' crowd their lives.
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