"Hey, you!" yelled the constable from the water.
"Straw, you!" returned Peewee. "Come ashore and join us."
"If I come ashore," threatened the redoubtable Quibb, "you'll all move mighty lively out o' there. Didn't I tell you to git?"
"We're hard of hearing, Mr. Constable," drawled Kingdon, without even turning around to look down at the wrathful officer. "Better come up and talk it over."
"I'll come up there and do suthin' ter you, ye fresh kid, that ye won't like!" threatened Quibb, as he hopped ashore and tied the boat's painter securely to a sapling.
"And I wouldn't blame him," rumbled Midkiff. But he stopped eating and watched the man narrowly as he approached Kingdon. Midkiff was half a foot taller than Enos and much more muscular.
"I wanter know why you raskils ain't makin' no move ter git out o' here?" demanded the constable, glaring at Rex, whom he considered the principal and leader of the crowd.
"Why, now," drawled the blond chap, "I didn't really think there was any need of doing so."
"What d'ye mean?" snapped the constable. "You ain't got no right here——"
"No more than those other fellows?" suggested Rex.