manned by Tom and Dick. The shock was so great that Dick, who had gotten up to fix his seat, was nearly hurled overboard.
"See here, what do you mean by running into us?" demanded the oldest Rover on recovering his balance.
"Sorry, but it couldn't be helped," answered Koswell. "Why didn't you get out of the way?"
"We didn't have to," retorted Sam, "and if you try that trick again somebody will get his head punched."
"Talk is cheap," sneered Larkspur.
"Say, I heard you fellows have been boasting of how you can row," went on Koswell after a pause.
"We haven't been boasting, but we can row," answered Tom.
"Want to race?"
"When?"
"Now."
"I don't know as I care to race with a chap like you, Koswell," answered Dick pointedly.
"You're afraid."
"No, I am not afraid."
"Let us race them," whispered Tom to his brother. "I am not afraid of them."
"Oh, neither am I. Tom."
