Snap had brought some extra sugar and also some chocolate
along, and the morning was devoted to candy-making, some with nuts
and some without. The candy was very good, and while they ate a
fair share, the rest was put away, to be eaten a little at a time.
So far, since leaving their first camp, they had not seen or heard
of Andrew Felps, but that afternoon an old hunter strolled into
their locality and asked if they could furnish him with a meal
and a shakedown until morning, offering three rabbits in payment.
"I think we can accommodate you," said Snap. "And you can keep
your rabbits."
The face of the old hunter looked familiar, and while he was eating,
it came out that his name was Jack Dalton and that he had been one
of the two guides who had come up to Lake Cameron with the Felps
party.
"I got sick of working for that crowd," said jack Dalton. "They
wanted to make a regular nigger of me and I up and told Felps I
wouldn't stand for it."
"Is the other guide with them?" asked Shep.
"Humph! Dad Begow ain't no reg'lar guide---he's only a camp
follower---dish-washer, an' like that.
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