whispered Larkspur, uneasily. "Let us get away as soon as we can."
"I am not afraid," answered Koswell, boastfully.
"But they may have us locked up!"
"What's the row about?" asked the young man who was at the wheel.
"Oh, it was a row we had at college, Alf. Those fellows were in the wrong, but they made the Head believe otherwise, and we had to—er—resign," answered Jerry Koswell. "Well, go ahead, if you want to," he added.
"Where are you going?" asked Tom, as the motor boat commenced to move from the dock.
"We are bound for" began the stranger.
"Don't tell them, Alf!" begged Larkspur. "Go ahead—let's get out."
"If you don't tell us where you are going" began Sam, when Dick stopped him.
"Let them go—we haven't time to bother with them now," said the eldest Rover boy. "We have other fish to fry."
"As you say, Dick. But we ought to scare the wits out of them if nothing else."
"We'll do—it some day," put in Tom.
As the motor boat swept past they saw that the craft was named the Magnet. Soon some other boats coming in hid it from view.
