“If you don’t come back I’ll—”
The man did not finish his speech, but threw himself back as if about to hurl the stone.
“Yah!” cried Bob. “Y’ain’t got no stone.”
“No, but I’ve got a boat up yonder.”
“Go and fetch it, then,” cried Bob derisively.
“You young scoundrels! Landing here and destroying our plantations. I’ll send the police after you, and have you before the magistrates, you poaching young vagabonds!”
“So are you!” cried Bob.
“Hush, don’t!” whispered Dexter.
“Who cares for them?” cried Bob. “We weren’t doing no harm.”
“Here, come out, Digges, and you run across and send the men with a boat that way. I’ll go and get ours. We’ll soon have ’em!”