ly getting ready to
have a midday lunch.

"Come on! We're six to three, so we ought to be able to manage those
fellows with ease!" cried Fred.

"Wait a minute! I've got an idea!" exclaimed Randy, holding his cousin
back.

"What is it?" questioned Spouter.

"Do you see how much higher the other side of the slope is?" went on
Andy. "Well, that slope runs right down to where they are sitting and
have their fire. Now a few big snowballs started down that slope--"

"I've got you, Andy!" burst out his twin, with twinkling eyes. "It will
be great! Come on, fellows, we'll smother 'em with snow!"

CHAPTER XXIII

SIX BIG SNOWBALLS

It did not take the four Rovers and their chums long to reach that part
of the slope pointed out by Andy. As he had said, this was much higher
than the spot where they had stood before and the slope was much
steeper, leading directly down to where Werner, Glutts, and Codfish were
now busy over their campfire preparing the midday meal.

The bully and his cronies were good feeders, and had brought a
considerable quantity of food for their lunch. Some of this was now
spread out on a napkin resting on the snow, and the rest of it was being
warmed over the campfire.

"It's the chance of our lives," said Randy softly. "Come on, fellows,
let's make the biggest snowballs we can."

All of the others were willing, and soon they had rolled six snowballs,
each of which was two feet or more in diameter.

Of course, our friends were well out of sight of those in the hollow,
and as they spoke in low tones their enemies had no suspicion of what
was coming.

"Now then, place all the snowballs in a line on the very edge of the
slope," said Jack. "And, Gif, you give the word when we are to push them
down."

Soon the six massive snowballs were lined up side by side. Those behind
them looked below to make sure that none of the trio was close to the
fire, because they did not wish anybody to be burnt.

"Now then," whispered Gif suddenly, when he saw the three lads sit down
with the cooked stuff between them. "All ready? Go!"

Everybody gave a shove, and over the edge of the slope went the six
snowballs, slowly at first, but gradually gathering both size and speed.
Through the snow they rolled and over the bare rocks until almost to the
foot of the slope.

"Hi! what's this coming?" roared Glutts, happening to glance around as a
strange noise reached his ears.

"It's a snowslide!" screamed Wer