"
"We do not have to be with them any more than we can help, Dick," said
Jack quietly, managing his boat in the deeper water and in a stronger
current as well as he did nearer shore. "They like to stir you up, and
you only please them the more when you answer them."
"If Pete Herring and Ernest Merritt think they can shut me up they
are mistaken," growled Percival. "They are getting ready for a good
thrashing and they'll get it. I am not the only Hilltop boy who is
ready to give it to them. Here comes a steamer, Jack."
"Yes, I see her," said the other quietly. "I will look out for her."
One of the big river steamers was coming up, but Jack kept far enough
away from her and managed his head so that her wash did not affect
him, and the boat passed without causing him any trouble.
"That was well done, Jack," said Percival when the boat was well up
the river, and Jack went in nearer shore. "I would not be afraid to
trust myself in any boat with you. Run 'em before, have you?"
"Not this sort, Dick, but a boat is a boat whether you run her by gas
or pull the oars or have sails. You must look out for yourself."
"And that's just what you do. I suppose that was their boat that
they were looking at? Must have cost something.
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