“Go ahead, don’t mind them!” howled Si Peters. “Quick, fellows, shove out to the yacht!”
Before Jerry and the others could reach the spot the big row-boat was afloat. The Peters’ crowd leaped on board and quickly shipped the oars.
“Stop, or we’ll fire on you!” sang out Harry again.
“Fire and be blowed!” howled Wash Crosby.
Bang! went Harry’s gun, and the shot rattled all around the row-boat.
But now a turn of a headland took the craft out of range.
“Follow me!” said Jerry, as he leaped across the camp to where they could again catch sight of the craft.
Over the rock and through the brush they stumbled, a distance of two hundred feet. Then the shore of the lake was again reached.
But, alas! before they could do anything the Peters crowd was entirely out of range. They saw the big row-boat taken over to where the yacht lay at anchor. Harry’s craft was tied fast to the stern and the Rockpointers clambered aboard their own vessel.
“Good-bye and good luck to you!” cried Si Peters, mockingly. “Hope you fellows enjoy playing Robinson Crusoe. We’ll come back for you some time next year.”