"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."