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The boat was very much as the lads had left it, but Snap was quick to detect that the painter, which had before had a frayed-out end, had been cut by some sharp instrument, probably a knife. "This is our boat," said Snap, as he looked the craft over. "Humph, can you prove it?" growled Giles Faswig. "Yes, and I can prove more if I have to," added the leader of the hunting club. "What?"
But that boy, said something about bringing in a boat last night, and I want to know if it is our boat." "How do I know whose boat it is?" growled Giles Faswig. "Has it got the name Snapper on it?" asked Whopper. "I didn't notice. I saw a boat drifting on the lake and hauled it in, that's all," answered Giles Faswig, curtly.
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.
"We'll soon find out," answered Snap, and walked over in the direction pointed out. As he did this, Whopper put his little fingers in the corners of his mouth and gave a piercing whistle. "What's that for?" demanded Andrew Faswig, in alarm. "We want our crowd down here -and some others," said Whopper. "Some others? Who?" asked Faswig, and now he was also alarmed.
"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."
"That the rope has been cut." "What does that signify?" asked Andrew Felps. "It shows that the boat didn't drift away. Somebody cut the rope and made off with her." "See here " began Giles Faswig, and then stopped short. There was a shout, and Giant and Shep burst into view. "Got the boat, eh?" cried the doctor's son. "Good!" And then he looked curiously at the men, and so did Giant.
Instantly they came to the conclusion that the lad must be speaking of their own craft. "Hush, Dick!" cried Giles Faswig, hastily. "You go back in the tent and stay there until these strangers go away." "What boat did your uncle bring in last night?" asked Snap, walking up to the lad. "See here, you leave my nephew alone!" roared Faswig. "Can't I speak to him?"
"So you won't take the deer meat, even after we carried it away over here?" said Vance Lemon. "No." "That isn't a very friendly way to act." "Well, you didn't act very friendly in the first place," answered Shep. "Having pretty good luck, you say?" asked Giles Faswig, curiously. "The very best of luck," answered the leader of the Gun flub, and mentioned some of the game brought down.
I took a walk late last night, and I discovered they were camping not far from this spot." "We are not young rascals!" cried Snap, indignantly. "We are just as good as you are, and maybe better." "Bah! don't talk to me!" growled Vance Lemon. "You thought you were smart last winter, when you refused to sell us a little ammunition," broke in Giles Faswig. "I haven't forgotten that dirty trick."
"I won't have you hanging around!" At this moment two men came from one of the tents. They were Giles Faswig and Vance Lemon, the lumber merchant's two friends, and the men who had once tried to get the boys to let them have some ammunition.
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