Andrew Felps looked at Snap,
coldly. "You can go home and tell your father I sent you."
The remark made Snap exceedingly angry and for the moment he lost
his temper.
"You are more than mean!" he cried. "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. "But
I've heard about you before---down to Fairview. Well, we'll go."
"Yes, and mighty quick, too!" roared Andrew Felps, and rushing
forward he kicked at the campfire with his foot and sent one of
the frying-pans whirling into the bushes.
"I wouldn't be so hard on the youngsters, Andy," said one of the
men, in a low tone.
"Oh, I know them, Sam," was Andrew Felps's answer. "That Dodge's
father has been trying to get the best of me for years.
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