"I've said it," Pence rejoined.
"Anybody object?" questioned Kingdon.
After another period of silence, Phillips chuckled: "It seems to be unanimous. You're elected, King."
"Go to it, Rex," Pence said with heartiness.
"I shall coach this crew my own way, and to the best of my ability," said Rex earnestly. "I may not do a bit better than Horace, but I have a system I want to try. If you back me up——"
"Look there!" cried Hicks suddenly, pointing. "What's that fellow doing over on our boat?"
Kingdon took one look and started off on a fast run along the steep shore.
"It's Joe Bootleg," gasped Pudge. "He's coming ashore from the Spoondrift."
"He's running!" exclaimed Hicks. "He's been up to something."
All had started after Rex, but Harry Kirby was in the lead. "Hey, Kingdon!" he shouted. "Have a care! Look out! He's got it in for you!"