“Say, is it really as deep as that?” came from Dan Marcy, in deep concern.
“Yes, every bit of it.”
“Then we are booked to stay here for several days longer,” said the bully to the real estate dealer. “And I must say I am dog-tired of nothing but deer meat to eat.”
Marcy said this because all of the stores taken from the other party were gone, even to the coffee and salt pork. As Harry had surmised, they now had nothing but the deer meat, and the best of this was gone.
“Where are you stopping?” questioned Hiram Skeetles, after another pause.
“That’s our business,” answered Joe, before anybody else could speak.
“Have you—er—have you any stores you—er—want to sell?”
“Don’t be a fool!” whispered Marcy. “They won’t let us have a thing. If we want anything we’ll have to take it by force.”
“Thanks, but we are not in business here,” came from Fred.
“You—er—might let us have a few things. I’ll pay you a fair price for them,” went on the real estate dealer. It galled him to ask the favor, but he wanted the goods very much.