“What for?” demanded Pud.
“For several reasons. He can’t swim, and he has a nervous dread of the water, as I happen to know. Besides, it’s too chilly to throw any one in the lake now.”
“Are those all your reasons?” asked Snaith with a sneer.
“No!” cried Jack. “If you want another, it’s because I tell you to stop!”
“S’posing we don’t?”
“Then I’ll make you.”
“Oh, you will, eh? Well, I guess we three can take care of you, all right, even if you are Jack Ranger.”
Snaith had a tight hold on Will’s arm. The timid lad had been set down by his captors, but they still had hold of him.
“Please let me go,” pleaded Williams.
“We will—after you’ve had your dip in the lake,” said Glen.