"He is bad enough. We want to get out so that he can have proper attention and medicine."
"Better give him some of that doctored water," suggested Tom, grimly.
"Don't get fresh, young man!"
"I think you are the one who is fresh!" retorted Tom. "Do you think we are going to train with such fellows as you? Not much!"
"Then you won't make terms?"
"No," came from the three Rovers.
At this the men at the foot of the iron ladder muttered something that our friends could not catch. The rascals were furious and wanted to do some more shooting, but did not dare, fearing shots in return.
"Will you let Sack Todd have some water?" asked Pold, presently.
"There is good water in the bucket," answered Dick.
"That's gone."