The sharp point of the peavey went through the bottom of the row boat as though it had been made of paper. With a gasp of surprise the two men, who had been pushing with the oars, dropped them and did just what Bob had hoped for. Both grabbed the peavey and with a strong wrench, pulled it out.
By this time Jack had the rock off the bottom and the scow quickly drew away.
“Look out,” Bob shouted, and Jack dodged just in time to escape the peavey which the maddened breed had hurled at him.
It struck the bottom of the scow but at such an angle that it did no damage.
“That was mighty close,” Rex gasped. “Another inch and it would have hit you, Jack.”
“A miss is as good as a mile,” Jack laughed, but both of the others could see that his face was white.
“What idiots,” Bob said. “If they’d have let that peavey alone it would have kept the water from coming in fast enough to do much harm and they could have got us. But I thought they would do that very thing.”
Looking back they could see that the row boat was sinking rapidly.
“Lucky for them it isn’t deep there,” Jack said.
“That must have made a pretty big hole by the way she’s sinking,” Rex declared.