Chapter XXIII. Six Big Snowballs - The Rover Boys on a Hunt by Edward Stratemeyer
It did not take the four Rovers and their chums long to reach that part of the slope pointed out by Andy. As he had said, this was much higher than the spot where they had stood before and the slope was much steeper, leading directly down to where Werner, Glutts, and Codfish were now busy over their campfire preparing the midday meal.
The bully and his cronies were good feeders, and had brought a considerable quantity of food for their lunch. Some of this was now spread out on a napkin resting on the snow, and the rest of it was being warmed over the campfire.
"It's the chance of our lives," said Randy softly. "Come on, fellows, let's make the biggest snowballs we can."
All of the others were willing, and soon they had rolled six snowballs, each of which was two feet or more in diameter.
Of course, our friends were well out of sight of those in the hollow, and as they spoke in low tones their enemies had no suspicion of what was coming.
"Now then, place all the snowballs in a line on the very edge of the slope," said Jack. "And, Gif, you give the word when we are to push them down."
Soon the six massive snowballs were lined up side by side. Those behind them looked below to make sure that none of the trio was close to the fire, because they did not wish anybody to be burnt.
"Now then," whispered Gif suddenly, when he saw the three lads sit down with the cooked stuff between them. "All ready? Go!"
Everybody gave a shove, and over the edge of the slope went the six snowballs, slowly at first, but gradually gathering both size and speed. Through the snow they rolled and over the bare rocks until almost to the foot of the slope.
"Hi! what's this coming?" roared Glutts, happening to glance around as a strange noise reached his ears.
"It's a snowslide!" screamed Werner.
"Oh, oh! let me get out of the way!" shrieked Codfish.
All three attempted to spring to their feet, Glutts knocking over a pot of hot coffee as he did so. But the movement came too late, for the next instant the six snowballs bowled over the three boys, hurling them in all directions. One ball rolled through the lunch, carrying most of this along, imbedded in the snow. Another snowball went directly through the campfire, smashing that flat and leaving the embers hissing and blackened.
"Don't let them see you," called Jack, as the twins were about to dash down the slope. "Get back there out of sight."
"Oh, they'll know we did it, all right enough," answered Spouter. "Come on down and have it out with them."
This was what the majority desired, and before Glutts and the others could recover from their astonishment and dismay Gif and his crowd were down the slope.
"Huh! so you were the fellows to roll those snowballs down on us," growled Bill Glutts, as he rubbed his leg where some of the hot coffee had been spilled upon it.
"That's a fine way to treat a fellow," said Werner, digging some snow from his ear.
"And you spoiled all the lunch!" wailed Codfish, looking around for his cap, which had been knocked off. "Oh dear! I wish I hadn't come to this out-of-the-way place!"
"Shut up your whining!" roared Werner. "You make me sick!"
"I don't care. I told you yesterday I wanted to go home," answered Codfish complainingly. "I hate it up here!"
"Well, go home then!" snapped Werner. "Go home this minute if you want to. I'm sick of having you around."
"You'd do much better, Codfish, if you wouldn't train with fellows like Werner and Glutts," remarked Jack.
"If I leave them will you fellows show me the way back to Timminsport?" questioned the sneak of Colby Hall pleadingly. It was plainly to be seen that he had had no easy time of it since he had come up into the woods.
"That depends," said Gif, and caught the youth by the wrist. "Tell me, Codfish, were you at our Lodge the other day—the day the whole place was rough-housed?"
"No, I wasn't, Gif. Really and truly I wasn't!" cried the sneak, in alarm.
"Were Werner and Glutts alone?"
"Yes, yes! I had nothing to do with it!"
"See here, Codfish, you keep your mouth shut!" roared Glutts, and he moved forward as if to strike the small youth who cowered before him.
"You keep your distance, Glutts," admonished Jack. "If Codfish is tired of staying with you fellows, he's going to leave, and you're not to say anything about it."
"What right had you fellows to smash those snowballs down on us?" questioned Werner, with an angry look in his eyes.
"What right had you fellows to come and upset Cedar Lodge, destroying some of our stores, and walking off with some of the others?" questioned Jack sternly.
"We didn't walk off with anything," answered Werner quickly. "What we did we had a right to do—to pay you back for what you did to our stores in the sleigh."
"We didn't take any of your things," put in Fred quickly; "and a whole lot of our stuff is missing."
"We didn't take a thing away—not a thing," put in Glutts, and he smiled grimly to himself as he spoke.
"I know what they did!" cried Codfish quickly. "If you'll take me along with you, and see that I get to Timminsport safely, I'll tell you where your things are."
"You say a word, Codfish, and I'll lambaste the life out of you!" yelled Werner.
"You won't touch Codfish!" broke in Jack sturdily. "And if he wants to go with us, he'll go."
"I want to go!" wailed the sneak. "I don't want to stay with them another minute. But how am I to get my things that are up at their shack?" he questioned helplessly.
"Well go up there with you," answered Gif.
A war of words followed, and then in uncontrolled rage Werner and Glutts attacked Jack and Gif. Half a dozen blows were exchanged, and then Glutts attempted to run away while Werner attempted to use the butt of his gun as a club. Andy tripped Glutts up, and Spouter caught Werner from behind, and as a consequence of the general mix-up the two bullies received a well-deserved drubbing. Then their weapons were discharged and their ammunition was taken away from them, and they were told to march back to Tony Duval's shacks.
Here, as they expected, our friends had another set-to with the French-Canadian. Tony Duval wanted to take sides with Werner and Glutts, but the others would not listen.
"This young man is going with us, and he is going to take his things with him," announced Gif, pointing to Codfish. "If you make any trouble for us, Duval, I'll at once notify my father and my uncle, and likewise the authorities at Portview. Your reputation around here is already none of the best, and I'll see to it that you are treated as you deserve."
"Bah! what do I care for you or your father or your uncle?" cried Tony Duval, in a rage. "This is my property. You will leave it at once."
"We'll leave when this young man has his things, and not before," answered Jack, and now he, too, fingered his gun in a suggestive manner.
Tony Duval realized that he was outnumbered and that the boys from Cedar Lodge meant business. He grumbled a good deal and talked in a whisper with Werner and Glutts. In the meanwhile, Codfish hurriedly gathered together his few belongings, and presently announced that he was ready to leave.
"Now, one thing more," said Gif, turning to the two bullies. "Don't you dare to show your faces anywhere near Cedar Lodge again. If you come on our property, you come at your own peril."
"Oh, you don't know how to take a joke," grumbled Glutts.
"We'll do as we please," added Werner, but it was plainly to be seen that he was much disturbed.
The boys were about ready to leave the shack when they heard the sound of sleigh bells, and soon a two-seated sleigh came into sight drawn by a pair of powerful horses. The turnout drove directly to the front of the shack occupied by Tony Duval.
"Hello! there are those men again," cried Gif.
All looked and saw that he referred to the Germans they had met on the road when looking for Cedar Lodge. The newcomers paid no attention to them, but leaped out of the sleigh and entered the Duval shack.
"I must go," said Tony Duval abruptly. "And I want you to go, too, and never come back here again," he added, and then hurried away.
"Who are those men?" questioned Jack, turning to Werner and Glutts.
"That's none of your business," answered Werner sourly. "You clear out of here and never come back."
There seemed nothing to do but to leave the premises, yet the Rovers and their chums were curious to know who the Germans were and what their errand to Tony Duval's shack could be. Yet they had no excuse for lingering longer, so presently they took their departure, Werner and Glutts looking sourly after them as they walked away.
"Do you know, I'd give a good deal to know more about those Germans," remarked Jack, as they trudged along. "I wonder what they want here? They can't be hunters, because they haven't any hunting outfits."
"They certainly couldn't be up here for business," returned Spouter, "because there is no business to speak of in this vicinity. Why, there isn't even a farm or a farmer around here, and the nearest logging camp is miles away, so they told me at Henryville."
"I'll tell you what we might do," said Gif. "We might pass into the woods and then turn around and come back again up behind Tony Duval's shack. We can watch and see what the Germans do, and maybe we'll hear what they and Duval have to say."
"That's an idea!" cried Jack. "I don't know but what we had better act on it."