Lemon, the lumber merchant's two friends, and the men who had once tried to get the boys to let them have some ammunition. They had treated the young hunters so meanly that the latter had voted not to let them have any powder or cartridges and this had broken up the outing of the Felps party.
"Hello, those young rascals are out here again!" muttered Vance Lemon, who was naturally as sour as his name implied.
"Say, I've fixed them," whispered Giles Faswig, with a wink at Lemon. "I'll tell you about it later. I took a walk late last night, and I discovered they were camping not far from this spot."
"We are not young rascals!" cried Snap, indignantly. "We are just as good as you are, and maybe better."
"Bah! don't talk to me!" growled Vance Lemon.
"You thought you were smart last winter, when you refused to sell us a little ammunition," broke in Giles Faswig. "I haven't forgotten that dirty trick."
"You know well enough why we didn't let you have the ammunition," answered Snap. "You didn't deserve it."
"Humph! Just wait, and you'll find out—" The man did not finish.
