“No, I don’t! I’m going——Hi! give me that oar!” For somebody had suddenly captured the other blade.
“If you don’t surrender we’ll cast you adrift without oars,” came from Pepper, with a wink at his companions.
“Yo—you won’t dare,” faltered Paxton.
“Won’t we? You’ll soon see.”
“Yes, cast him adrift,” was the cry.
“Send him away out into the lake!”
“No! No! I—I surrender!” said Paxton.
By this time Dan Baxter was walking ashore. His clothes—a new suit, elegantly pressed,—were, of course, soaked completely, and there was a streak of mud over one shoulder.
“I’ll make somebody pay for this!” he growled. “It will cost two dollars to have this suit fixed up again.”
“You brought it on yourself, Baxter,” said Jack.