Seeing Sully’s fate, Dixon was thoroughly cowed, and he hastened to do as Harry had ordered. Hardly had the sail come down than Jack and the others swept up and boarded the Icicle in a body.
“Don’t—don’t kill us!” cried Spencer, who was even a worse coward than Dixon.
“Yo’ is a fine fellah to run off wid other folkeses property!” put in Pickles. “I dun reckon Jack an’ de rest will send yo’ all to prison fo’ ten or twelve yeahs!”
“It wasn’t my—my fault!” whined Spencer. “Sully put up the job.”
“You get right off the boat!” commanded Jack. “And you, too, Dixon!”
“Here, in the middle of the river?” questioned the latter, anxiously.
“Yes, right here.”
“You don’t mean to leave us way out here, four miles from home, do you?” demanded Sully, as he limped up.
“Yes, leave them here,” put in Boxy. “They deserve it.”
“It won’t hurt them to walk home,” said Harry.