"Either he or the Ham Spink crowd," answered Whopper.
"Humph! Dog mean, wasn't it? Some fellers is too mean to live. Say, that turkey smells good. Ain't starvin' none, eh?"
"Not a bit of it," declared Giant. "We've got more than enough."
"Then kin I get dinner?"
"A dozen of them!" cried Snap.
They made Jed Sanborn make himself at home, and then read with pleasure the letters. All was going along well at Fairview, and the boys were cautioned to take good care of themselves.
"We must send letters in return," said Shep, and this was agreed to instantly, and the communications were pencilled that afternoon.
Jed Sanborn had quite some news to tell, and he listened with interest to the tale the young hunters had to relate about their various quests of game. His brow darkened when they related their experience with Kiddy Leech.
"Sech rascals ought to be run out o' the deestrict," he observed. "An' I'd like the job of runnin' 'em out. I hope he doesn't bother you again."
It was one o'clock when the Gun Club and their guest sat down to their turkey dinner. All took their time over the repast, and as a consequence the meal was not finished until some time after two. Then they took it easy, while Jed Sanborn told them a story about a bear hunt, and how he had once gone fishing on the St. Lawrence and got caught in the rapids.