“Of course not.”
“I don’t believe it!”
“Well, it don’t make a bit of difference whether you believe it or not. You’re nothing but kids, and we can’t fool with you. Come, Welch, if we’re going to get any fishing this morning we must get started. Come on.”
He placed the oars in the rowlocks and got into position for rowing.
“What were you doing in there behind those reeds?” asked Frank.
“That is none of your business!” shouted Welch. “Now, you chaps want to get out of the way, or you’ll get into trouble, for we won’t fool with ye!”
He lifted an oar threateningly, but the canoe was beyond his reach, and so he sat down, after half rising to his feet.
“Take your paddle out of the water, Bart,” whispered Frank. “I’m going to have a look into their boat.”
Hodge obeyed, and then, with a single, long, quick stroke, Merriwell whirled the canoe up beside the boat.
“What are you doing?” growled the startled man.