"They were angry, I suppose, because you beat them in the race."
"But as it happens I didn't beat them. Bob found out that his oar was cut, and he and his crew took their old ones and won as easily as falling off a log. You ought to see the style that Bob has been putting on ever since! He feels too big to walk on the ground. By the way, where will he go when school is out?"
"So he beat you at last, did he!" exclaimed Mr. Layton, in great surprise. "How did he find out that the oar was cut?"
"Sprague says he was the guilty party that told him, but I don't believe it. I bet you I will find means to get even with him when he comes home. What are you going to do with Bob?"
"Why, this is the only home he has, and I suppose he will come here."
"Well, then, you will have to take your choice between him and me, for if he stays I shan't."
"But what shall I do with him?" asked Mr. Layton.
"That's for you to decide. Send him to sea—send him anywhere, so long as you get rid of him."
"And what if he refuses to go?"
"Make him go. You do not intend to send him to school next year, do you?"