Randy of the River | Page 9

are better."
On the following day Randy went out after blackberries. Jack went
with him and the boys went up the stream in the latter's boat.
"If I can get a good mess mother is going to preserve some," said
Randy.
"I like blackberry jam," answered his friend.
The two boys had brought their lunch with them, intending to remain
out all day. By noon they had picked twelve quarts of berries and then
sat down by the river side to eat their lunch.
"What do you say to a swim?" remarked Jack, after the meal was over.
"Just the thing!" cried our hero. "But we mustn't remain in longer than
half an hour. I want to pick more berries."
They were soon in the water, which was deliciously cool and refreshing.
They dove and splashed around to their hearts' content and raced from
one bank to the other and back. Randy won the race by several seconds.
"I declare, Randy, you are a regular water rat!" declared Jack. "I never
saw a better swimmer."
"Well, I do love the water, that is certain," answered Randy.

"And you row such a good stroke, too."
"That's because I love boats."
The half-hour at an end, our hero leaped ashore and began to don his
garments, and Jack did the same. They were just finishing their toilet
when a rowboat came into view, containing Bob Bangs and several
other of the loud boys of Riverport.
"There is Bob Bangs again," whispered Randy.
"We'll have to watch out that he doesn't try to rob us of our berries,"
whispered Jack, significantly.
"Humph! Up here again, eh?" remarked the big youth, resting on his
oars.
"We are," answered Randy. "I think we can come, if we please."
"Certainly--for all I care," growled Bob.
"We are picking berries, and we intend to watch them, too," put in
Randy, loudly.
At this pointed remark Bob Bangs colored slightly.
"I should think you'd pick your company, Jack Bartlett," he said,
coarsely.
"I do. That is why I am not with you."
"Humph!"
"I consider myself just as good as you, Bob Bangs," said Randy,
warmly. "I may not be as rich, but I never tried to steal a mess of fish
from anybody."
"You shut up!" roared the big boy. And then he started to row away.

"You'll not get a chance to rob us of these berries," called out Jack after
him.
"What do they mean about robbing somebody of fish?" asked one of
Bob's companions.
"Oh, that was only a joke," answered the rich youth. "Just wait--I'll fix
them for it!"
As soon as Bangs and his cronies had disappeared Randy and Jack
went back to their berry picking. They worked steadily until five
o'clock in the afternoon, and by that time had a great number of quarts
to their credit.
"The folks at home will be pleased," said Jack. "My mother loves fresh
berries. She says they are much better than those which are several days
in the market."
"And she is right."
The boys had brought along several large and small kettles, and had left
three of these down near the boat, filled with the fruit. Each walked to
the shore with a kettle full of berries in his hand.
"Well, I never!" cried Jack, in dismay.
"Bob Bangs again!" murmured Randy. "Oh, don't I just wish I had him
here. I'd pummel him good!"
There was good cause for our hero's anger. On the rocks lay the
overturned berry kettles, the berries scattered in all directions and many
of them crushed under foot.
"And look at the boat!" gasped Jack, turning to inspect the craft.
The rowboat was partly filled with water and on the seats and in the
bottom a quantity of mud had been thrown. The oars were sticking in a
mud bank close by.

"Does she leak?" asked our hero, with concern.
"I'll have to find out."
It was soon discovered that the craft was intact, and then they set to
work to clean up the muss. This was no easy job, and the boys
perspired freely, for the day was a warm one. Then Randy looked over
the scattered berries.
"About one-third of them are fit to take along," he said. "The others are
crushed and dirty."
"I'll tell you what I am going to do," said Jack, stoutly. "I am going to
make Bob Bangs pay for dirtying my boat, and he can pay for the lost
berries, too."
"But how can we prove he is guilty?"
"We'll make him own up to it. Nobody else would play such a mean
trick."
The two boys were in no happy frame of mind as they rowed back to
Riverport. They suspected that Bob Bangs would keep out of their sight,
but