hold that girl, and any harm you do us will only counteract on her head."
"Don't you dare to harm her, you villain!" cried Dick, turning pale. "Whatever you do you shall answer for in court."
"Humph, Dick Rover, don't be so smart," put in Dan Baxter. "This game is still ours, and you know it."
"I know nothing of the kind. We will starve you out and fight you, and you will see what the end will be, Dan Baxter," retorted Dick; and then the two yachts began to drift apart once more.
As the Flyaway moved off, Mumps, who had disappeared for a minute, came into sight once more. In his hand he held something white, which he threw with all force at the Searchlight's mainsail.
"Take that!" he cried. "Take that, and remember me!"
By this time the two yachts were so far apart that no more could be said.
"What was that you threw on their boat?" demanded Baxter, turning to his toady.
"A seashell," replied Mumps. "I thought I could hit Dick Rover with it."
"Humph, you had better take some lessons in throwing," muttered the bully. "You didn't come within a dozen feet of him."
