"Not much! We don't want you to come sneaking
after us, to shoot the game that we stir up."
"We never sneaked after you," cried Snap rather indignantly. "And we
have always been able to stir up our own game."
"Bah! I know better."
"Of course they have taken our game---more than once," came from Ham
Spink. "And if they don't shoot our game they scare it off, so that
we don't have a chance to bring it down."
"What you say, Ham Spink, is absolutely untrue, and you know it," put
in Shep, brushing through the crowd. "We have never in our lives
touched any game that was coming to you or your crowd. We-----"
"Say, do you want to fight?" cried Ham Spink, working himself up into
a quick passion; and he doubled up his fists as he spoke.
"No; but I can defend myself," answered the doctor's son just as
quickly. "I am not afraid of you."
"And we are not afraid of ghosts, either," was Snap's sarcastic
comment.
These last words made Ham Spink and one or two of his cronies furious.
They had been up to the distant lake where the "ghost" had held
forth, and had been so badly frightened that they had come home,
"on the run," as Whopper expressed it now that the matter had been
fully explained, Ham and his followers felt decidedly sheepish over
it consequently, to mention the affair was as bad as to wave a red
rag in front of a bull.
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