They soon learned, from the numerous questions and remarks, that the Nimrods could not be far off. One stout man, with a very red face and choleric manner, at the risk of breaking the rail, leaned far over, and emphasizing his remarks by vigorous shakes of a large cane, roared:
"You young rascals! You irresponsible set of young Indians! you'll be arrested before—"
The rest of the sentence was lost, as the "Rambler" passed on.
"He must have seen the Trailers," chuckled Bob; "and their monkey-shines set his nerves on edge."
At the next bridge, upon which quite a crowd was congregated, the boys heard enough to convince them that the Trailers had been enjoying a high lark, dashing about at full speed, with their usual recklessness.
"Big park, this," drawled Dave. "Just look at all the shows. I'll bet a fellow could have some fun in there."
"I see a picture of a fat man and a thin lady," said Dick; "ten cents, I guess, to see 'em both. I say, if you're not careful, Dave Brandon, your phiz will be painted like that some day."
"Just so," laughed Dave; "that's what I have been training for. It's the easiest way to make a living I know of."
During this time, numerous boats, some shaped like Venetian gondolas, were passing and repassing, their occupants being careful to give the "Rambler" a wide berth.
"Funny how the scene has changed," observed Brandon, languidly; "only the other night a wildcat tried to interview us, and now look at all this crowd."