“Hi! what are you doing?” he bellowed to Harry.
“Hauling you off,” returned Jerry’s chum. “I know your plot, Wash Crosby; but it is not going to work.”
“Let go there!”
“Not much! You’ll keep your distance from Jerry Upton’s shell.”
“I would like to know who made you my master!” stormed Crosby, in a perfect rage.
“If you don’t come away I’ll report you and get the town to lynch you,” retorted Harry, valiantly. “Don’t you dare to touch that boathook.”
However, Wash Crosby did dare. But as long as the line attached was taut he could not loosen it. Then he tried new tactics. He put on a full head of steam.
It was a tug of war between the steam and the naptha launches, and for the moment it was hard to tell which would come off victorious.
But Harry’s craft was more powerful than Crosby’s, and soon the steam launch was carried far away from the racing shells.
Wash Crosby was furious and would have eaten Harry up could he have gotten at the lad.