"That's right, blame it all on me!" burst out Merwell. "Well, I don't care. I'll not crawl to anybody! They can go to Halifax, for all I care! I don't want their aid."
"I'll—I'll apologize, if you'll take me back to the school," faltered Poole.
"All right then, get into the rowboat," said Phil.
"And mind you keep your promise, or you'll catch it! " added the senator's son.
The rowboat was brought close to the stern of the larger craft and the dudish student leaped on board. As he did this, Merwell caught up a boathook, gave the rowboat a shove, and almost capsized it.
"Let up, Merwell!" exclaimed Dave, and raising his oar, he hit the bully a blow on the shoulder and sent him sprawling in the bottom of the motor boat.
Then the rowboat floated away from the larger craft. If Link Merwell had been angry before, he was now in a perfect rage. Scrambling to his feet, he shook his fist at the others.
"Just wait!" he roared. "I'll fix you all for this, and you particularly, Dave Porter, you poorhouse rat! I'll make you wish you had never been born!"
"Come away!" cried Nat Poole, badly frightened. "Don't listen to him."
