CHAPTER IV
AN UNEXPECTED ARRIVAL
"This is the time we get the best of Dave Porter!" whispered Link Merwell to his cronies. "I guess we have spoiled their picnic."
"I—I—don't think th—they'll fight," faltered Nat, as Dave leaped to the ground, followed by his chums.
"Better arm yourselves with clubs," suggested Nick Jasniff. "Remember, we are only three to five."
"Maybe we had better—er—go away," returned the money-lender's son, hesitatingly.
"No, I am going to see the thing out," answered Jasniff.
"So am I," added Merwell. "Don't go, Nat—they won't dare to fight—with the girls looking on."
"Whoa, there! Whoa!" came a cry from behind the two touring cars, and looking back the boys and girls saw a man drive up on a buckboard drawn by a spirited horse.
"Why, if it isn't Jed Sully!" cried Ben.
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