“If you’ll only listen to reason,” put in Jack. “Perhaps we can prove——”
“Them air chicken heads ez enough for us,” burst out one of the farmers. “Thar’s the head o’ the best Leghorn I had!”
“You’ll come along with us, and right neow!” put in another. “No more plaguety foolin’ about it!”
The farmers came closer, and it looked as if there would be a struggle and possibly bloodshed.
But just then a call was received from up the valley, and looking in the direction, all saw a man striding along through the snow, a horsewhip in his hand.
As he drew closer, the boys saw that the new-comer was Josh Higginson, the man to whom they had given the deer meat.
“Have yeou got the fellers, boys?” he called out, to the other farmers.
“Yeou jess bet we hev!” replied the leader of the men on horseback.
“Why, by gum! ef it an’t the fellers thet give me the venison!” roared Josh Higginson, in amazement.
“Oh, Mr. Higginson, perhaps you can help us out here,” burst in Harry, quickly.