“We’ll risk it,” replied Jerry.
“We’ll run you down!”
“You won’t dare!” yelled Harry, in alarm.
“Won’t we? Just see if we won’t!”
At once Si Peters gave some directions to Wash Crosby, who was at the wheel. The course of the yacht was slightly changed, and now the craft was headed directly for the boat containing our friends.
“Anudder smash-up, shuah as you’re born!” groaned Blumpo, and he prepared to leap into the lake.
“Stay where you are!” ordered Jerry. “I’ll check their little game.”
Reaching into a locker, the young oarsman brought out his gun. Leaping on one of the seats, he pointed the weapon at Si Peters’ head.
“Sheer off!” he cried. “Sheer off, or I’ll fire on you!”
