“I shall report your utterly reckless and disgraceful conduct to the school authorities,” he went on. “You narrowly escaped upsetting us. Such a lot of children should never be entrusted with a motor boat.”
“Quite correct, sir,” said Lon Bates.
“And I demand that you immediately stand out of our way, as I wish to be put aboard that house-boat. Redfern,” he shouted, “is my nephew there?”
“No, Colonel Ellison, he is not.”
“I intend to see for myself.”
“You are quite welcome to do so.”
“Get out of our way, Bill Stiles,” commanded Lon Bates. “You heard what this gentleman said.”
“My ears are good, Bates. Colonel, we shall run up alongside; and if you will kindly step into our boat, you shall be transferred in something less than a minute.”
“Not on your life!” cried Bates, indignantly.
“The idea,” said Tom Allen.