"Unless you want to spend the next year in jail, stop!" commanded Dave, surprised at his own boldness.
"How do we know this boat is yours? If you'll come on shore and prove property, we'll let you have it."
"I'll do nothing of the sort," exclaimed Dave, angrily. "That trick is a little too transparent. For the last time, will you turn in shore?"
"What will you do if we say no, you sassy young whelp?"
"I'm going to get that boat if we have to fight it out with shotguns."
"That's a pretty dangerous game for a boy."
Dave Brandon crouched down low.
"One—two," he cried, slowly; "are you going to stop?"
"No!"
The young hunter instantly raised his gun and fired over their heads.