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Then Tom came forward, stick in hand, and Sam followed. "Hold those men!" he cried. "Don't let them get away from you!" Of course the men on the sloop were much astonished, both by the boys' sudden appearance and by the words which were spoken. "What's that?" called out Randy Fairwell. "Those Rover boys!" ejaculated Arnold Baxter, and his face turned white. "I said, Hold those men!" repeated Tom.
"We want no shooting here " began Randy Fairwell, and then stopped short in wonder. For reaching down, Tom had suddenly given the end of the plank a wobble. Before they could save themselves, the Baxters, father and son, pitched with a loud splash into the lake. "Good for you!" cried Sam. "If only they don't try to shoot when they come up."
It was destined to be many a day before any of the Rovers set eyes on him again. "Dan is gone!" "Which way did he go?" "I don't know." "He ran up the shore, in that direction!" called out Dora, pointing with her hand. Leaving Arnold Baxter in the grasp of Fairwell and Ruff, Tom and Sam hurried off.
Obediently I turned, and read: 'ere another moon, scalps shall dangel at belt of Spotted Snaik, for in his futsteps lurk deth, and distruksion. But fear not pail-face, thou art my brother fairwell. Sined SPOTTED SNAIK. "There was lots more, but we couldn't get it in," said Dorothy.
"We found some wreckage with some bread and a few cans of sardines, but that is all." "Then I reckon you won't go back on a square meal?" laughed Fairwell. "Indeed I won't!" put in Dan, bound to say something. "We would like to get back to the mainland as soon as possible," went on Arnold Baxter. "I am from Chicago, and must attend to some banking matters.
My name is Larson Henry Larson of State Street." "Well, Mr. Larson, we'll get you to the main shore as soon as we can; that is, providing the lady who has hired this sloop is willing to go on without stopping here. I reckon this young man is your friend?" "He is my son. And you are ?" "Randy Fairwell, at your service, sir.
"This is most fortunate." "I see you are wrecked," returned Fairwell calmly. "Exactly, sir a very unfortunate affair truly. Will you rescue us?" "Anybody else on board?" "Yes, a lady to whom I am engaged to be married," and Crabtree smiled blandly. "Will you come on board?" "I guess I will," answered Fairwell. "Eh, Mr. Ruff?" "Yes," answered the detective, and leaped on the deck of the wreck.
Those of the sloop looked from one party to the other in bewilderment. "Well, I must say I don't know whom to believe," said Randy Fairwell slowly. He turned to the boys. "Who are you?" "Tom Rover, and this is my brother Sam," answered the elder of the pair. "I never heard the name before," said Arnold Baxter loftily.
"We've put our foot into it here," he muttered. "Who would have supposed that she was on this boat?" came from the son. "Do you know these folks, Miss Stanhope?" questioned Randy Fairwell. "Yes, I know all of them." answered the girl, when she had somewhat recovered from her surprise. "Of course she knows us," put in Tom, "and she knows those rascals, too; don't you, Dora?" "Yes, Tom.
"Take us all to the mainland and to the nearest police station. The authorities will soon straighten out this tangle." "That certainly seems fair," muttered Randy Fairwell. "I say these boys must be crazy," blustered Arnold Baxter. "If you take them on board, the chances are they'll try to murder us."
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