"How do you feel now, Bobby?" asked the bully, with a laugh.
"O, I am in excellent spirits," returned Bob, pleasantly. "I feel much better than I did when you sunk my boat this morning."
"That's an amazin' fine little skiff of your'n, Bobby," continued Sam; "but I don't see what you're goin' to do with it here."
"Don't you? Well, you wait until I see a passenger, and I'll show you."
"Not that we knows of, you won't," said the bully, savagely. "Didn't I tell you this mornin' that you had been here just long enough?"
"You did, but it doesn't trouble me any. Now, Sam, let me tell you something! If you, or any of your friends, beat me in a fair race, I shall not grumble; but if you try to take any mean advantage of me, I won't stand it. I'll clear the harbor!"
"You'll do what?" exclaimed Sam.
"I'll take charge of this harbor," repeated Bob. "I'll drive every one of you under the piers."
"Hallo!" said Sam. "That's big talk for a small boy!"