“I’ll do it,” said Willie, seizing the other oar, “but you needn’t give me any money.”
To his intense disgust, Fox saw the boat, propelled by the two boys, leaping forward energetically, while he stood helplessly on the bank.
The other bank was half a mile away, and could not be reached except by a bridge a considerable distance away. The two boys said little until the trip was accomplished.
“I hope you won’t get into any serious trouble with Mr. Fox,” said Harry, as they drew near the bank.
“I don’t care for old Fox, and father doesn’t like him, either.”
As he got out of the boat he pressed a dollar into Willie’s reluctant hand.
“Now, which way had I better go?”
“Take that footpath. It will lead to Medfield. There you can take the cars.”
“Good-by, Willie; and thank you.”
Willie didn’t row back immediately. John Fox was lying in wait on the other side, and he didn’t care to meet him.