CHAPTER XXIII
ABOARD THE MARY DELAWAY
"Hold on there, you!" bawled Jerry Koswell.
"Why, it's the Rovers!" ejaculated Bart Larkspur. "How did they get here?"
"They are following us, that's what!" stormed Koswell. "And I won't have it!"
"What do you want?" asked Dick, as he walked to the end of the tug nearest to the motor boat.
"I want to know what right you've got to follow us?" returned Jerry Koswell, sourly.
"Who said we were following you?"
"Oh, I know you are. Didn't you follow us to Boston, too? I want to know what it means?"
"Maybe it means that we are going to have you arrested," put in Tom, with a side wink at his brothers.
"Arrested!" gasped Larkspur, and turned pale. "You shan't do it!"
"I want you to stop following us," went on Koswell.
"Go ahead—don't talk to them any more!"
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