"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."