"Les voila!" screamed a voice.
The Gentleman threw up his oars.
"French!"
Kit clapped the pistol to his head.
"Row!" he screamed. "Row!"
The other tumbled back into his oars. Up sprang his foot. The pistol was kicked out of the boy's hand, and the Gentleman was on him.
"O, you are a villain, Little Chap!" chuckled a voice in the lad's ear.
For a moment they hugged, the boat rocking beneath them.
"Can you swim?" came the voice at his ear.
"Yes," gurgled the lad, and as he felt the boat going sucked in a breath.