“Get in, Bill, and I’ll shove off,” proposed John, for the boat was drawn partly up on shore.
“Now watch the fun,” whispered Spider to Beantoe, as they peered from the bushes, and saw the boat being rowed toward the middle of the deep river.
“Maybe they’ll be drowned,” suggested Beantoe rather frightened.
“Those fellows? Naw! They can swim like fishes, but their clothes will get wet, and it’ll serve ’em right for the way they treated us at the fire.”
“How soon before the boat will begin to leak?”
“It ought to in a few minutes now. Gee whillikins! But I’m glad I thought of that trick! Won’t they be surprised when the water comes rushing in?”
“They sure will,” and then the two cronies eagerly watched the Smith boys, who, all unconscious of the fate in store for them, were rowing down toward the fishing grounds.