“So it would, Harry. But I would rather have the law do the work. I never want to have anymore to do with either of them.”
It did not take the two boys long to drive to the lower end of the lake. Here the team was put up at a livery stable, and the chums hired bathing suits and houses, and spread themselves for a fine dip in the lake.
The water was just right, and they enjoyed every second of the half hour they allowed themselves.
It was eight o’clock in the evening before they went to get their team again.
The moon was just coming up over the rim of the lake and this promised them a splendid drive back to Lakeview.
As Harry and our hero entered the turnout two figures stole up from the back of the barn.
The pair were Si Peters and Wash Crosby.
They ran on ahead, and as the boys waited to settle with the livery stable keeper they soon disappeared.
Harry drove, and the young oarsman leaned back and took it easy.
A mile was covered, and they were just passing a clump of bushes when whizz! a stone came flying into the carriage. It struck Jerry on the arm, causing him to cry with pain.