"Oh, they'll know we did it, all right enough," answered Spouter. "Come on down and have it out with them."
This was what the majority desired, and before Glutts and the others could recover from their astonishment and dismay Gif and his crowd were down the slope.
"Huh! so you were the fellows to roll those snowballs down on us," growled Bill Glutts, as he rubbed his leg where some of the hot coffee had been spilled upon it.
"That's a fine way to treat a fellow," said Werner, digging some snow from his ear.
"And you spoiled all the lunch!" wailed Codfish, looking around for his cap, which had been knocked off. "Oh dear! I wish I hadn't come to this out-of-the-way place!"
"Shut up your whining!" roared Werner. "You make me sick!"
"I don't care. I told you yesterday I wanted to go home," answered Codfish complainingly. "I hate it up here!"
"Well, go home then!" snapped Werner. "Go home this minute if you want to. I'm sick of having you around."
"You'd do much better, Codfish, if you wouldn't train with fellows like Werner and Glutts," remarked Jack.
"If I leave them will you fellows show me the way back to Timminsport?" questioned the sneak of Colby Hall pleadingly. It was plainly to be seen that he had had no easy time of it since he had come up into the woods.