"I will not assist in your escape after you have committed a crime," the prisoner explained.
"What is your name, my boy?" asked Chuck.
"Dory Dornwood."
"Dory Dornwood!" exclaimed Angy, with no little astonishment. "I heard Matt tell all about you last summer, and I don't need any introduction to you. He said you could whip your weight in wild-cats, and would die of thirst before you would drink a glass of beer."
"I am not a fighting character," added Dory.
"I should say not! I have handled you twice; and I don't know that I should have dared to touch you if I had known who and what you were," chuckled the leader. "But let us take hold of the boat, and see what we can do with it."
"Won't you give us a lift, Dory?" asked Chuck. "I did you a good turn in the boat."
"I cannot do any thing to assist in your escape, though I should be glad to reciprocate your kind act," replied the prisoner.
"It's no use to waste words with him," interposed Angy. "He is the paragon of that school, and goes to the Sunday school."
They raised the boat from the beach, and Mack declared that it was not half as heavy as he had supposed. They rested several times, and carried it to the water on the other side of the point without any great difficulty. Angy returned for the prisoner as soon as they had put the boat into the lake, and conducted him to it. He was put in the bow, where he had been before.