kept in or near
the cabin. 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. 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. I led 'em to a fine herd o' deer, but they wanted
to do the shootin' all alone. When it came time to let drive,
Felps and one o' the other men got buck fever and shot wild, and
most of the deer got away. That was one thing made me sick. The