"Oh, we didn't shoot any birds," put in Ham Spink, coming up.
"Ain't that fine?" and he held up a medium-sized rabbit.
By this time the whole crowd had surrounded our friends. All the
rival campers had were two rabbits and a small woodchuck that was of
no account.
"How do you like these?" said Snap, and showed up the mink and the
rest of the game.
At the sight of the game, Ham Spink's eyes opened widely, and the
others from the rival camp showed their astonishment.
"Where did you get all that game?" asked the leader of the other
camp.
"Shot it."
"Not to-day."
"Yes, to-day," answered Giant, proudly.
"Then somebody must have helped you," said am Spink, enviously.
"Maybe Jed Sanborn is around."
"No; we brought this game down alone."
"Where did you get the mink?"
"Up that little brook you see yonder."
"I didn't know there was any mink around here," came from Carl Dudder.
"Guess I'll look for some myself."
"Well, I wish you luck," said Snap, pleasantly.
"Yes, you wish us a pile of luck!" burst out Ham Spink. "I rather
guess you wish we wouldn't bring down a thing!"
"No; I am not so mean, Ham.
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