It was now past
noon, yet nobody was in the humor for eating.
"The more I think of Andrew Felps the madder I get," said Shep.
"I don't see how a man can be so mean. It wouldn't have hurt
him a bit to have let us stay there."
"I hope he has no luck at hunting," grumbled Giant. "He deserves
to go home skunked."
"He will get some game---or his guides will get it for him," said
Snap. "I wonder if it is possible that he has bought up Firefly
Lake, too."
"My gracious, that's so!" ejaculated Whopper. "No use of going
there if he has. He'll root us out sooner or later."
"Firefly Lake belongs to half a dozen people," said Giant. "Why,
come to think of it, one of my uncles had an interest up there."
"Then I reckon we'll be safe."
It was no easy matter to guide the rowboat through the narrow
and swiftly flowing river they were now on, and the young hunters
had to give all their attention to the task. Once or twice they
struck the rocks rather sharp blows, but no damage was done, for
which they were thankful.
"One thing is certain," said Snap, when a wider part of the watercourse
was gained.
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