"Tit for tat," he murmured, and set to work to float out the other rowboat and the canoe. Once they were free of the shore he tied both to the stern of the Snapper, and then settled down to row along the lake shore.
"Hi there!" came a sudden call out of the darkness. "Who are you?"
Snap was startled, but he did not drop his oars nor did he stop rowing. He was just rounding one of the points of the cove, and now he saw somebody running toward the point at top speed.
"I say, who are you?" continued the party on shore, and now Snap recognized Ham Spink's voice.
"None of your business!" answered Snap gruffly and in as heavy a tone as he could command.
"You are running away with our boats!" continued Ham, in consternation. "Hi, fellows, come here! Somebody is running away with all the boats!" he bawled.
His cries soon reached those around the campfire, and a grand rush was made to the water's edge. By this time Snap had rounded the point of the cove and was rowing as rapidly as possible in the direction where the raft lay.
"Stop him!"
"He has all the boats!"
"Who can he be?"