"You must be pretty careless," went on Bob, with a sneer.
"I certainly didn't fall overboard because I wanted to," answered Randy as lightly as he could.
"Say, I understand you are trying to get my father into trouble," pursued the rich boy, throwing himself on a bench.
"Who told you that?"
"Never mind. You are hand-in-glove with the Bartlett crowd."
"Well, why shouldn't I be, Bob Bangs? Jack is my dearest friend."
"Humph! I shouldn't care for him for a friend."
"And he wouldn't pick you for a chum," added Jack, quickly.
"I consider myself better than Jack Bartlett."
To this our hero did not answer.