As the Flyaway moved off, Mumps, who had disappeared for a minute, came into sight once more. In his hand he hold something white, which he threw with all force at the Searchlight's mainsail.
"Take that!" he cried. "Take that, and remember me!"
By this time the two yachts were so far apart that no more could be said.
"What was that you threw on their boat?" demanded Baxter, turning to his toady.
"A seashell," replied Mumps. "I thought I could hit Dick Rover with it."
"Humph, you had better take some lessons in throwing," muttered the bully. "You didn't come within a dozen feet of him."
"Never mind; I showed them I wasn't afraid of them," said Mumps, and turned away. Then he looked back anxiously. "I hope they pick it up and see what's inside!" he murmured. "Oh, but ain't I tired of this crowd! If ever I get out of this, you can wager I'll turn over a new leaf and cut Dan Baxter dead."
CHAPTER XXVII
THE COLLISION IN THE FOG
"Hullo! Mumps isn't keeping this flag of truce very good," remarked Sam, as the seashell dropped at his feet.