“Oh, I know you are. Didn’t you follow us to Boston, too? I want to know what it means?”
“Maybe it means that we are going to have you arrested,” put in Tom, with a side wink at his brothers.
“Arrested!” gasped Larkspur, and turned pale. “You shan’t do it!”
“I want you to stop following us,” went on Koswell.
“Go ahead—don’t talk to them any more!” whispered Larkspur, uneasily. “Let us get away as soon as we can.”
“I am not afraid,” answered Koswell, boastfully.
“But they may have us locked up!”
“What’s the row about?” asked the young man who was at the wheel.
“Oh, it was a row we had at college, Alf. Those fellows were in the wrong, but they made the Head believe otherwise, and we had to—er—resign,” answered Jerry Koswell. “Well, go ahead, if you want to,” he added.
“Where are you going?” asked Tom, as the motor boat commenced to move from the dock.