"Right over there, eh?" exclaimed Bob Somers.
"I see 'em," cried Tom Clifton. "What in the world are they doing?"
"Ha, ha!" laughed Hackett; "I told you so. If that isn't a dandy snowball, and—"
"They're going to send it where it will do the most harm, too, I'll bet," chuckled Nat.
"We ought to stop them," interposed Bob Somers, hastily.
"Too late! They've done it," put in Dick Travers. "Whew! it's traveling some, I can tell you."
"Ah—ah—but that was a smack for you!" exclaimed Tom Clifton, breathlessly, as the snowball struck the hut. "Will they—"
His further speech was interrupted by the three hunters, who burst furiously out of the door.
Enraged beyond measure, and fully believing that the Kingswood boys were responsible for the outrage, they charged toward them.
"Guess we'd better make a break for it, too!" exclaimed Nat Wingate, with a short laugh. "Christopher, I'll back Tommy against Musgrove any time, after seeing this."