"That isn't bad," said Shep Reed. "But Snap is the boss rifleman of this crowd."
"Then we must make him the leader of our gun club," put in Giant.
"What do you say, fellows?"
"That's it!" cried the others.
"Have you fellows got a gun club?" came from the man who kept the shooting gallery, curiously.
"We've got something of that sort," answered the newly declared leader. "You see, we expect to go out on a hunting tour this fall and so we got together and called ourselves a gun club."
"The Fairview Gun Club," corrected Whopper. "Nothing like giving a title that looks like something, as the French Count said when he called himself a duke."
"Where is your club going?"
"Oh, just up in the mountains, back of Lake Cameron," answered
Snap.
"Is the hunting good there?"
"Pretty fair—-so old Jed Sanborn says."