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"Nobody," said Whopper. "We took permission. What have you got to say about it?" he added, not liking the man's tone. "What have I got to say about it?" ejaculated the bearded man. "I've got a good deal to say about it, seems to me. Don't you know this is my private property?" "No; we didn't know that," put in Snap, quickly. "Are you Mr. Chester?" "No; I am Mr. Andrew Felps."
"I suppose Giant and Whopper are wondering what has become of us," said Snap. They came to a rest in the shelter of some pine trees and ate a lunch Mrs. Masterson had prepared for them, in the meantime keeping warm by a fire they built of tree branches. The rest occupied half an hour and then they went on as before. "Wonder what the boys are doing?" said Snap, as they reached Firefly Lake.
"Half of these trees are birch trees, and we used birch bark on the roof. What's the matter with calling the place Birch Tree Inn?" "That's all right!" cried Snap. "Hurrah for Birch Tree Inn!" "Good enough," assented Whopper. "Let's run up a napkin for a flag, for here is where we feed." "Not much!" came from Giant. "What's the matter with this?"
"Ham and his crowd were too lazy to cut firewood, so they used the board. If that isn't the height of laziness and meanness!" "It's against the law to destroy signboards," said Whopper. "That crowd ought to be brought to book for this." "If you said anything they'd say we did it," responded Snap. "Ham would do anything to keep out of trouble and get us into a muss."
Faswig stepped in front of the boys and so did Felps and Lemon. All three of the men looked ugly, and Snap and Whopper did not know what to do. "Mr. Felps," began Snap, after a painful pause, "I want you to listen to what I have to say. Last night our rowboat with our outfit on board disappeared. I don't know if it drifted off or was stolen.
In a minute or so more the operation of the scoop-net was called for, and the fun began. "You got him!" exclaimed Ford in a loud whisper, as he saw Dab quickly plunge the net into the water, and then shake out of it into the bottom of the boat a great sprawling "blue-legged" crab. "He's a whopper!" "He'll do for one." "There's one on mine! I declare, he's let go!"
Only two could use the oars, so they took turns at rowing, Snap and Whopper taking the blades at first, with Giant in the bow and Shep in the stern, steering. Nearly everybody in the town had heard about the outing, and many came to see them off. "They'll be back in a week," said one big boy, with a laugh. "Just wait till they catch a rainy spell."
"And that means we'll have to stay out in these woods all night," returned Whopper. "More than likely." The prospect was not a pleasant one for the three boy hunters. It was not that they were afraid over the fact that they were lost in the woods on the mountain side.
"There's a shot for somebody!" and he caught up his gun. Over the spruce trees a flock of wild ducks were soaring, evidently searching for food. They came quite close, and all of the young hunters blazed away, in rapid succession. Six of the ducks came down, one so straight that it hit Whopper directly on the head, almost knocking him over.
"He certainly is a lazy one," said Whopper. "We must clear him out right away." They came up to the Inn and entered, to find the fire smouldering dimly. The tramp was nowhere to be seen. "Hullo!" called Snap, but there was no response. "Maybe he went out to find us," suggested Giant. "Not much!" exclaimed Snap. "I don't like this," he went on. "What, Snap?"
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