They rowed up the river for about half an hour, and then pulled the boat up to the side of the bank and got out their fishing-rods. Although it was still the month of March the weather was quite warm. They fished in silence for some time, when a second boat came up with King and three other boys in it.
“You don’t mean to say, Parker,” exclaimed King, “that you have let that little sneak come with you?”
“He isn’t a little sneak,” retorted Walter. “What did you hit him for? He only spoke the truth, as I should have done in his place.”
“Sneaking, of course,” replied King, splashing the water so as to disturb their fishing.
“Stop that!” cried Steve.
“Make me!” replied King, pulling away and splashing more than ever.
“All right!” said Walter, “I’ll make you pay for that!”
“When?” demanded King, rowing off.
“To-morrow, if you’ll come to the green early,” replied Walter, who was now thoroughly angry.
After they had gone, Walter and Steve fished for some time, but caught nothing, so they put their rods away and began to row gently back. They heard a shout, and saw the other boat coming after them as fast as the boys could pull it.