The Rover Boys in the Jungle | Page 7

said Dick.
"It's not likely that old Crabtree Will try the same game twice; and
Mumps has really turned over a new leaf and gone to work for a
living."
"Yes, I was glad to hear that, for I don't believe he was such a bad

fellow at heart. He was under Dan Baxter's influence, just as - as --"
"As Josiah Crabtree tried to influence your mother," whispered Dick,
and Dora nodded slowly. "Well, let us forget it, and -- My gracious!"
Dick stopped short, to stare in open-mouthed wonder at a small boat
shooting down the lake at a distance of several hundred yards from the
shore.
"What's up?" came simultaneously from Tom and Sam.
"Don't you see that fellow in the boat?" demanded Dick, in increased
wonder.
"Of course we see him," answered Tom.
"Don't you recognize him?"
"No; he's too far off," came from Sam..
"It's Dan Baxter!"
"Baxter!" cried Dora. "Oh, Dick!"
"Nonsense!" said Tom. "How could he be am here?"
"It does look a little like Baxter," was Sam's slow comment. "Yet it
seems impossible that he could be here, as Tom says."
"I say it's Baxter," affirmed Dick stoutly, "I'll hail him and make sure."
"Oh, don't bring him over here!" interposed Dora, becoming alarmed.
"Don't be alarmed -- he shan't hurt anybody, Dora." Dick raised his
voice. "Hi there, Baxter! What are you doing here?"
At first there was no reply, and the boy in the rowboat kept on pulling.
But as Dick repeated his call, the rower threw up his oars.

"You mind your own business," he growled. "Guess I can row on the
lake if I want to."
"It is Baxter, sure enough!" ejaculated Tom.
"The rascal! We ought to recapture him."
"That's the talk," added Sam. "I wish my wrist wasn't so sore -- I'd go
after him."
"There's a boat below here," said Dick.
"Let's put out in that."
"He may -- may shoot at you," faltered Dora. "You know how wicked
he can be at times."
"Indeed I do know," answered Dick. "But he ought to be handed over
to the authorities. It is a crime to let him go free."
"Hi, Baxter. Come over here; we want to talk to you!" yelled Tom.
"Not much!" growled the former bully of Putnam Hall.
"You had better come," said Sam. "If you don't come we'll bring you."
"Hush, Sam, or you'll make a mess of things!" cried Dick softly, but the
warning came too late.
"Will you bring me back?" roared the bully. "Just try it on and see how
I'll fix you."
"Come on for the boat," said Tom. "We'll show him he can't scare us."
He started off and Dick came after him. Sam was also about to follow,
when his elder brother stopped him.
"You can't do much with that sore wrist, Sam," he said. "Better stay
with the girls until we come back. You can watch events from the shore,

and run for assistance, if it's necessary."
Sam demurred at first, but soon saw the wisdom of Dick's reasoning
and consented to remain behind.
By this time Tom had shoved out the rowboat Dick had mentioned -- a
neat craft belonging to a farmer living near. A pair of oars lay in a
locker on the lake bank; and, securing these, Tom leaped on board of
the craft, and soon Dick came after.
Dan Baxter had watched their movement with interest, which speedily
gave way to arm when he saw the other boat come out, and beheld Dick
and Tom each take up an oar and begin to pull for all they could.
"I was a clam to come up here, when there is no real need for it," he
muttered. "Two to one, eh? Well, I reckon I can put up a pretty stiff
fight if it comes to the worst." Then he caught up his oars once more,
and began to row down Cayuga Lake with all possible speed.
CHAPTER IV
THE CHASE ON THE LAKE
"He means to give us as much of a chase as possible," remarked Tom,
as he glanced over his shoulder. "If I remember rightly, Baxter was
always a pretty fair oarsman."
"Yes, that was the one thing he could do well," returned Dick. "But we
ought to be able to catch him, Tom."
"We could if we had two pairs of oars. One pair can do just about so
much and no more."
"Nonsense! Now, both together, and put all your muscle into it," and
Dick set a stiff stroke that his brother followed with difficulty.
Baxter had been rowing down the lake, but as soon as he saw that he
was being pursued he changed his course for the east shore. He was

settled to his work, and for