Sitting on the rail of the Slow Poke, his gun across his knees, was Farmer Ewing.
[CHAPTER XI]
MR. EWING IS OUTWITTED
“Well, what do you think of that?” gasped Chub.
The boys stared at Mr. Ewing in vexation, and Mr. Ewing regarded the boys with grim placidity.
“Just as though he hadn’t made trouble enough for us,” muttered Dick.
“Well,” said Roy, starting on determinedly, “I’m not going to put up with any more of his nonsense.”
“That’s all right,” cautioned Chub, “but remember, chum, that he has a gun there.”
They walked along the bank until they were opposite the boat. Mr. Ewing watched them silently, his gaze resting with interest on Dick. Evidently he couldn’t account for Dick. Chub made the first overtures.