None of them was a good shot and they did not possess
the patience necessary to become good hunters or fishermen. As a
consequence they had brought down very little game and caught only
a few fish. Their stock of provisions brought from home was
running low, and each boy in the camp had voted the outing a failure.
"Going to leave us?" called out Snap, as he and his friends rested
on their oars a short distance from the rival camp.
"Yes," was Ham Spink's surly response.
"What's the matter? Don't you like the hunting here?" asked Whopper.
"Oh, don't be so inquisitive!" came from Dick Bush. "I guess you
are glad enough to see us go."
"Not at all," said Giant. "You are welcome to stay, so long as
you don't interfere with our doings."
"We don't think much of this place," grunted Ham Spink. "It may be
good enough in the middle of summer, but not now, when winter is
coming on."
"Are you going right home, Ham?" asked Snap.
"What business is that of yours?"
"I thought if you were, you might sell us what stores you have left
over.
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