“I hardly think so,” was the reply. “But if they do, we are five to three.”
“I own dat Len Spencer a lickin’,” put in Pickles. “He won’t dare say one word to dis child or he dun cotch it, suah.”
“Don’t start a fight,” warned Jack, earnestly. “We have the law on our side, and that’s enough.”
By this time half the distance toward the Icicle had been covered. During this interval those on board the iceboat had managed to swing about the main sheet. It was now filling, and the craft was beginning to draw slowly away from them.
“Stop there!” shouted Jack, at the top of his lungs, and the others joined in the cry.
“Good-by!” shouted Sully, derisively. “Hope you enjoy skating!”
“We’ll have you locked up if you don’t stop!” yelled Boxy. “That is our property you are running off with!”
“Rats!” returned Sully, but he and his companions were not a little disturbed by Boxy’s plain statement of facts.
“We must put on more steam!” urged Harry. “If they once catch the wind fairly they will give us a nice chase across to the Lights.”
“Never mind, we’ll catch them on the next tack!” said Andy.