"Listen to that!" ejaculated Red Phillips from the rear.
"So you like a row?" Pence asked Kingdon, having recovered his self-possession.
"It's better than monotony, though there might be other ways of passing the time." Saying which, Rex turned his back on Pence and his party and started for the waterside. "Come on, fellows," he suggested to his comrades, "let's run across to that fishweir over yonder. I see they're going to haul the trap."
The five Walcott Hall boys silently boarded the catboat, while Pence and his comrades watched them, equally silent. When the Spoondrift was well away from the mooring place of the two canoes, Harry Kirby said:
"What have you got to say about that, Horrors? I don't understand that Kingdon at all, do you?"
Pence did not reply at once. Ben's harsh voice broke in:
"You fellows make me tired! He's got some scheme to come back at us, of course. Why shouldn't he? We ought to get out of here."
"Where'll we go?" complained Pudge MacComber, apprehending work before him.
"Don't ask me." Harry Kirby groaned. "Wish we'd never come."
"We wouldn't if it hadn't been for this crazy Horrors."