"You'll not go near our camp again," answered the leader of the Gun
Club.
Finding himself surrounded, Kiddy Leech gave up the things he had taken, including the skates.
"Now hand over the money you got from us," continued Snap, sternly.
"Why, can't I keep that?"
"Not a cent of it."
Kiddy Leech tried to, protest, but the young hunters would not listen to what he had to say.
"We ought to give you a good thrashing," said the doctor's son. "If we were near town I'd have you arrested."
"Don't you ever show your face near our camp again," said Giant, who, even though small, was bound to have his say.
"If you do, we'll make it red-hot for you," added Snap.
Stripped of all he had taken, the tramp stood glaring at the boys in a sullen manner.