Indeed, the fight seemed to be the one topic of the talk of Fenton that evening.
As it happened, it wasn't very long before word was brought to Miller that Dick and his friends were camping down on Andy Hartshorn's place.
"It's queer that Hartshorn will let such young toughs stop on his land!" growled Miller.
"They ought to be chased out of town—-that's what!" growled a patron of the place.
More of this talk was heard, until finally someone demanded thickly:
"Well, why can't we chase 'em out of town?"
At first, the idea met with instant favor among the dozen or more worthless men gathered in Miller's saloon. The plan grew in favor until one man, slighter than the rest, observed:
"Say! Stop and think of one thing. We know what one of the boys did to Miller, and there are six of those boys down at the camp!"
That rather cast a damper over the enthusiasm until one blear-eyed man of fifty observed, knowingly:
"Well, we don't need to go alone. There are other men in Fenton who think the way we do. We can go down to the woods in force, and pretend that what we want to do comes as a rebuke administered by the citizens of Fenton."