“Da didn’t lose no time in gittin’ togedder after da got out of de ’formatory, did da,” laughed Blumpo. “Da say de bad ones allers do stick like glue.”
“Oh, maybe they’ll be first-class chaps now,” said Jerry, who was willing to let the past be forgotten.
“Don’t you be too sure on that p’int, lads,” put in Jack Broxton. “It’s mighty hard to make anything out of a bad egg, and Si Peters and Wash Crosby are bad eggs if ever there were any.”
“Dat’s so, fo’ suah,” murmured Blumpo.
“Well, we won’t have any words with them,” said Jerry. “We’ll let bygones be bygones.”
“I would like to know where they got that yacht,” said Harry. “It can’t be possible Mr. Peters bought it for Si. When Si went to the reformatory he told father he intended to send his son to a military school and cut off his allowance.”
“Maybe Si has promised to reform. Hullo! they are coming this way!”
Jerry sprang up in alarm, for the big yacht had suddenly veered around several points and was now coming head on toward them.
“We’ll be run down!” shrieked Blumpo, in terror.
“The young fools!” muttered Jack Broxton. “Don’t they know anything about steering?”