"I believe those men are coming here!" declared Shep, as the launch turned in toward them. The boys watched the approach of the gasolene launch with interest. It did not take long for the craft to reach a position directly in front of the camp, and there the power was turned off and one of the men prepared to leap ashore. "Hullo!" ejaculated a man in the stern of the launch, gazing ashore at the cabin. "What in thunder does this mean?" No one answered him, and a moment later the bow of the launch scraped the sand and one after another the men leaped out. The boat was tied up and the men approached the young hunters. "I say, what does this mean?" demanded the man who had spoken before. He was a burly individual, with a heavy black moustache and closecut beard. The look out of his eye was far from a pleasant one. "What does what mean?" returned Snap, as coolly as he could, yet he felt that something "was in the wind." "This!" cried the man, pointing to the cabin. "Who built that?" "We did," put in Shep. "Did you?" sneered the man. "And who gave you permission to do it?" "Nobody," said Whopper. "We took permission. What have you got to say about it?" he added, not liking the man's tone. "What have I got to say about it?" ejaculated the bearded man. "I've got a good deal to say about it, seems to me. Don't you know this is my private property?" "No; we didn't know that," put in Snap, quickly. "Are you Mr. Chester?" "No; I am Mr. Andrew Felps." "Oh!" exclaimed Snap, but the word meant a good deal. He remembered that the man named was the head of the lumber company with which the Barnaby Lumber Company had had its dispute over the Spur Road tract. Snap's father had had several interviews with Mr. Andrew Felps, and the feeling engendered was decidedly bitter. "You boys have no right on this property," went on Andrew Felps. "I thought Mr. Chester owned this tract of land." "He did, but he has sold out to the Felps Lumber Company, of which I am the head. Who ar you?" "My name is Charley Dodge." "Humph!! Come from Fairview?" "Yes, sir." "Is it your father who has the interest in the lumber company there?" "Yes, sir." At this discovery Andrew Felps' face grew positively resentful. "I suppose he sent you up here, eh?" he snarled. "No. We got permission to go camping out and picked this place as suiting us." "Well, you knew what was good," put in another of the men. "Did you see us looking around here a couple of weeks ago?" went on Andrew Felps. "We did not." "Who are these---other kids with you?" "Thank you, but I am not a kid," put in Shep. "My name is Sheppard Reed, and I am the son of Dr. Reed of Fairview. This is Frank Dawson, and the boy out in the boat is Will Caslette. We all belong at Fairview. As Snap---I mean Charley---says, we came to camp out. We have always understood that this was a free camping-out place. Folks have come to this lake for years."