CHAPTER VIII.
A PRISONER OF THE ENEMY.
At once a loud murmur arose. Some sided with Jerry, while others took Si Peters’ part.
From hot words the boys of the rival towns almost came to blows.
In the midst of the quarrel a row-boat came down the lake carrying two elderly and well-known gentlemen, both residents of Rockpoint. Curious to know the cause of the trouble, the gentlemen came up to the judges’ craft, now moored along shore.
“Peters claims a foul up at the turning point,” said some one of the gentlemen.
“You mean up at the island?”
“Yes.”
“There was no foul there. Was there, Greenley?”