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Updated: June 8, 2025
Now, as it happened, Ham Spink and his cronies were very anxious to take some game home, but had nothing but one rabbit and a little squirrel. They gazed longingly at the plump game Shep exhibited. "Let us take them," whispered Dick Bush. "Nobody will know how we got them." At this Ham Spink's eyes brightened. He was not above telling an untruth when he felt like it.
He started forward, and drawing from his pocket the letter with which he was charged, thrust it into Spink's hand, and said hurriedly "Don't fail to deliver it the first thing you do on landing. And hark'ee, Spink, go to Mrs Brand's cottage, and tell them there why I went away. Be sure you see them all, and explain why it was. Tell Minnie Gray that I will be certain to return, if God spares me."
All the rival campers had were two rabbits and a small woodchuck that was of no account. "How do you like these?" said Snap, and showed up the mink and the rest of the game. At the sight of the game, Ham Spink's eyes opened widely, and the others from the rival camp showed their astonishment. "Where did you get all that game?" asked the leader of the other camp. "Shot it." "Not to-day."
Hubert passed with a glance of recognition the bramble in which he had found his first spink's nest, the shadowed mossy bank whence had fluttered the hapless wren just when the approach of two prowling youngsters should have bidden her keep close.
Still these noble ladies, inspired with a high resolve to help the lowly, undismayed continued their work. In the course of two or three days a sufficient number of persons had agreed to attend the school to warrant its being opened with much promise. The Mission School Established. The time set for beginning the mission school was the first Sunday in October. The place, Mart Spink's sitting-room.
Half of the distance was covered when Snap stopped his companions. "Look over on yonder hill," he said. "Isn't that Ham Spink's crowd?" "It is; and there is Ham in advance," answered Whopper. "Let us go over and see what they have got," put in Giant, curiously.
"Going to leave us?" called out Snap, as he and his friends rested on their oars a short distance from the rival camp. "Yes," was Ham Spink's surly response. "What's the matter? Don't you like the hunting here?" asked Whopper. "Oh, don't be so inquisitive!" came from Dick Bush. "I guess you are glad enough to see us go." "Not at all," said Giant.
"I ain't gwine ter let no foah boys do me up!" cried the negro. "Let us gag him!" cried Whopper, and began to make a gag of a tree root. But then Jeff Thompson cooled down and said no more. The young hunters hardly knew what to do, and after a consultation it was decided to look for their own rowboat and then take a message to Ham Spink's crowd.
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