"Thought you might spare us a few," suggested Whopper. "Of course we'll pay for them, if you wish."
"Well, there hain't much profit in givin' apples away," said Simon Lundy, pursing up his thin lips. "Got some putty good golden russets left. How many do ye want?"
"Give us all you can spare for a quarter," said Shep, who had been chosen treasurer of the club for the outing.
Simon Lundy led the way to his barn, and there the boys picked out some russets and some greenings. While this was going on Mrs. Lundy came from the house to see the visitors.
"Why, if it ain't them same boys as helped to catch that nigger!" she cried. "Want some apples, hey? Give 'em all they want, Simon. They deserve 'em."
"I was a—er—a—sellin' them the apples," answered the husband, lamely, and growing a bit red in the face.
"What! Simon Lundy, ain't ye ashamed! You shan't take a cent from 'em, not a cent! Why, the idee!"
"All right, all right, if you say so," said the farmer hastily.
"I do say so." Mrs. Lundy turned to the young hunters. "Where be you a-goin?"
"We are going camping," answered Snap. "At the same place we were last summer."