“What! You mean that you two kids chased those chaps and made them give up the whole shooting match? Why, there were four or five of them, weren’t they?”
“Three,” answered Toby, with a yawn. “They couldn’t see how many we had. Arn bluffed them finely.”
“Well, what do you know about that?” gasped the other man. “Say, you chaps are wonders! What are your names?”
Arnold told him, and just then a woman’s voice spoke from behind a darkened window. “Jim, dear, ask them if they wouldn’t like a cup of coffee or something. They must be tired out.”
“No, ma’am; thanks,” replied Arnold. “We’re all right. Only sleepy. If you’ll look after their launch until morning——”
“We will. And, I say, how about—er——”
“Of course, Jack!” chimed in the woman. “They ought to have something. I’ll find my purse.”
“No, thanks,” said Arnold, hurriedly. “We don’t want anything. We just did it for the fun of it. And—and we’ve got the launch, anyway. Toby thinks they stole it, and maybe the owner’s offered a reward. I’m glad we got your things back, ma’am.”
“It was awfully brave of you. And I do think we ought to give you something besides just our thanks. Why, they might have hurt you!”
“Yes’m,” said Toby. “They did try to. They fired at us, but they didn’t hit anything but the launch. Come on, Arn.”