“Why don’t you boys come on board?”
“Nothing doing!” answered Clay.
“Some of our people want a look at the dog and bear!” the first speaker said. “So, if you don’t object, we’ll come on board.”
“No, you don’t!” Clay answered.
“We’ll see about that!” came from the boat.
The steamer shot ahead so as to come up to the port side of the Rambler.
“Keep off!” ordered Clay. “We don’t want any of that whiskey crowd on board! If you try to put foot on our deck, we’ll shoot.”
“I guess not!” laughed the other.
While Clay had been talking with those on board the steamer, Case had been at work with the motors, and the Rambler now shot ahead at full speed, drawing swiftly away from the steamer.
There was an instant commotion on the deck of the saloon boat and then she, too, shot ahead at a good rate of speed.