He pertends to be a guide,
but he ain't no good at shootin'. Yes, he's with 'em, but he only
stayed because they raised his wages. They wanted to raise mine when
they saw I was really goin', but I told 'em money wasn't everything."
"I don't wonder that you got sick of Andrew Felps," put in Giant.
"You know how he treated is."
"It was dirt mean, lad, an' I about told him so, too. But the
Felpses always was a hard crowd to deal with. He thought he was
gettin' one in on Mr. Dodge when he fired you out."
"I thought as much," said Snap. "He is very bitter against my
father."
"It is because of the lumber business---he wanted the tract of
lumber to cut that the Barnaby Company got hold of," went on Jack
Dalton. "How are you a-makin' it?"
"Fine!" said Snap, and then he and his chums told of all the game
that had been brought down---they having kept a record in a little
book the leader of the gun club carried.
"That's first-class, boys," said the guide. "Couldn't be better.
Now, all they got were two wild turkeys, some rabbits and one
small deer.
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