"Tommy went over on your boat, and he's going back on the same."
Brandon called out again, but Dean was now too far away to hear him.
The temper of Brandon Bates was not the sweetest, but it is doubtful whether he had ever been more angry than at the present moment. He felt that his dignity had been outraged, and himself insulted, and that, too, by a working boy.
"I'd like to shoot him!" he vociferated, shaking his fist in impotent rage at the rapidly-receding boat.
Tommy meanwhile had seen what was going on, the distance being inconsiderable.
As soon as he saw that his situation was known to Dean, the little fellow's excitement and alarm subsided.
"Dean will come for me, and take me home," he said to himself.
When he saw Dean's bold seizure of the boat, he clapped his hands in joy.
"Dean's a good deal better boy than Brandon," he said. He rose from his place, and stood watching eagerly for the coming of his deliverer.
"Hallo, Tommy!" called out Dean, when he was within hearing distance.