"Oh, give us a rest!" growled Ham Spink, not knowing what else to say. He caught up the things he had been carrying. "Come on, fellows," he added, and almost ran from the dock.
With great rapidity, for they were afraid Snap and his chums would charge upon them, the others of the Spink coterie took up their guns, rods and bundles and followed their leader.
"Let us go after 'em!" cried Whopper. "We can knock them into the middle of next Christmas, and I know it!"
"That's the talk!" cried the plucky Giant. "Let's go and make mincemeat of 'em!" And he started to follow those who had retreated.
"No use, boys!" called out Snap. "Come back."
"Why not?" demanded Whopper.
"They are going aboard the Mary Raymond. Ham said so. There she is now, with a lot of other passengers. See, they are heading for that dock already."
"Where are they going, anyway?" asked Giant as he halted.
"I know," whispered Whopper. "Just heard about it. They are going to camp out behind Lake Narsac, in the Windy Mountains."
"The Windy Mountains?" ejaculated the doctor's son in evident astonishment. "Did you say the Windy Mountains, Whopper?"