h the whispered words:

"That's for you, Master George Shelton."

The second sphere was compressed and modeled with the same pains and
placed beside the first.

"That's for you, Mr. Mul-tal-la, and you're going to get it good! As
for you, Mr. Deerfoot, you shall have a double dose."

Crooking his left arm at the elbow, Victor laid three of the nicely
molded snowballs in the hollow, which served as a quiver serves for
arrows. The fourth missile was grasped in his right hand, and he drew
it slowly back and sighted carefully at his brother. Victor was a fine
thrower, and when the ball flashed from his hand it landed on the top
of George's cap and burst into fragments. The sleeper was in the midst
of a dream in which Zigzag played a leading part, and the youth's first
impression was that he had received the full force of a kick on his
crown.

Paying no further attention to him, Victor quickly let fly at
Mul-tal-la, and the throw was as good as the first.

The disturbance, slight as it was, roused Deerfoot, who flung the
blanket off his face and raised his head. He was just in time to
receive the compact sphere between the eyes, and before he could dodge
the second it landed on his ear, packed the passage full of snow and
plastered the side of his face with the snowy particles.

"I meant those for you and here's another!" shouted Victor, who, having
exhausted his ammunition, snatched up a handful of snow and began
hastily molding a new missile.

"You needn't scramble and claw about! I've got you down and I'm going
to pay you for beating me at wrestling, for tickling my nose, for
stealing my clothes when I was swimming, and"----

The reason why the lad ceased his remarks so abruptly was because a
snowball, fired as if from a cannon, crashed into his mouth that
instant and half strangled him. Before he could pull himself together
he knew his nose was flattened by another missile and Deerfoot was on
the point of launching a third shot. This was more than Victor had
bargained for, and, wheeling, he "ran for life," yelling at the top of
his voice for George and Mul-tal-la to come to his help.

"Soak him, George! Give it to him, Mul-tal-la; don't you see he's
killing me?"

Now, there was no reason why the two thus appealed to should heed the
prayer, since each had suffered at the hands of the youth who was in
extremity. Nevertheless, Mul-tal-la and George attacked Deerfoot,
observing which, Victor was unprincipled en