“I guess Dan Marcy feels rather mean,” said Joe. “He knows he didn’t treat us right.”
“Oh, Marcy has a thick hide and wouldn’t feel mean over anything,” answered Fred. “As soon as this affair blows over he’ll go around bullying folks just as much as ever.” And this proved true, although Marcy, for a long while to come, gave the Westmores, Fred, and old Runnell a wide berth.
The young hunters never tired of talking of the grand outing they had had.
“It was a dandy,” said Fred. “I declare, I feel like a regular hunter now.”
“I guess we all do,” said Link. “Although Bart and I weren’t out as long as you fellows.”
“Never mind—I had my share of the fun,” put in Bart.
“We had our sports and hardships pretty well mixed,” came from Joe. “But as everything came out as it should in the end we needn’t complain.”
“Complain!” cried Harry. “I’d like to have another outing just like it next winter.”
The others said the same. And here let us for the present say good-by to the Gun Club Boys of Lakeport. More good times were in store for them, and what some of these were will be told in another volume, to be called, “The Baseball Boys of Lakeport; or, The Winning Run.” Baseball is our great national sport, as all my readers know, and when clubs play each other the rivalry is of the keenest.