In the meantime the other boys
caught hold of Dick Bush.
"We must get at the bottom of this," said Snap. "Something is
wrong here, that is certain."
"It wasn't my plan," whined Dick Bush, who seemed to be more cowardly
than his companion. "I---I didn't do hardly anything."
"Well, you can't blame it on me," retorted Carl Dudder.
"Maybe it was Ham Spink's plan," suggested Whopper.
"It was."
"And what did you do?"
"Hid your stuff on you," said Dick Bush, in a low tone.
"Anything else?"
"Well, we---er---we took a little meat and had some dinner while
we were over there."
After that the two dudish boys confessed what had been done, laying
the greater part of the blame on the others of their party. Snap
and his chums were rightly indignant.
"We ought to duck you in the lake and then have you locked up,"
said Snap. "It is what you deserve."
"No, no!" came with a shiver from Dick Bush. "Let us off, and I'll
pay my share of the damage done."
"It isn't a question of money," said Shep. "It's your utter meanness."
The wind was now blowing so violently that the boys began to grow
alarmed, and after a brief talk, Snap and his chums decided to
follow Bush and Dodder to their camp, taking their guns with them.
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