The look out of his eye was far from a pleasant
one.
"What does what mean?" returned Snap, as coolly as he could, yet
he felt that something "was in the wind."
"This!" cried the man, pointing to the cabin. "Who built that?"
"We did," put in Shep.
"Did you?" sneered the man. "And who gave you permission to do it?"
"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."
"Oh!" exclaimed Snap, but the word meant a good deal. He remembered
that the man named was the head of the lumber company with which
the Barnaby Lumber Company had had its dispute over the Spur Road
tract. Snap's father had had several interviews with Mr. Andrew
Felps, and the feeling engendered was decidedly bitter.
"You boys have no right on this property," went on Andrew Felps.
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