"Come on for the boat," said Tom. "We'll show him he can't scare
us."

He started off and Dick came after him. Sam was also about to
follow, when his elder brother stopped him.

"You can't do much with that sore wrist, Sam," he said. "Better
stay with the girls until we come back. You can watch events from
the shore, and run for assistance, if it's necessary."

Sam demurred at first, but soon saw the wisdom of Dick's
reasoning and consented to remain behind.

By this time Tom had shoved out the rowboat Dick had mentioned --
a neat craft belonging to a farmer living near. A pair of oars
lay in a locker on the lake bank; and, securing these, Tom leaped
on board of the craft, and soon Dick came after.

Dan Baxter had watched their movement with interest, which
speedily gave way to arm when he saw the other boat come out, and
beheld Dick and Tom each take up an oar and begin to pull for all
they could.

"I was a clam to come up here, when there is no real need for
it," he muttered. "Two to one, eh? Well, I reckon I can put up a
pretty stiff fight if it comes to the worst." Then he caught up
his oars once more, and began to row down Cayuga Lake with all
possible speed.