"No, no! Please don't do that!" pleaded Nat Poole. "I don't want to stay in this lonely part of the river all night!"
"Shut up—we can swim ashore!" whispered his crony.
"The water is too cold yet—I felt of it. It's like ice," answered Nat. He was plainly frightened.
"Listen," said Phil, in a low tone to his chums. "Nat says he wanted to take the girls across the river. Perhaps he isn't to blame as much as we think."
"He stood in with Merwell," answered Phil.
"Oh, don't leave us here!" cried the dudish student. " It looks as if it might rain to-night, and it will be cold, and"
"Say, you make me sick," growled Merwell. "I wouldn't ask them for a favor now if I was dying!"
"See here, Poole," said Dave, after consulting his chums. "We'll take you off on one condition."
"What is that?"
"That you will promise to write a letter to each of the young ladies, apologizing for your conduct."
"Why, I—er—I"
"You can take your choice," added Roger. "Apologize or stay here."
"I didn't mean any harm. I was willing to take them across, but Link"
