"Gosh, but it's hot work!" came with a pant from Tom Rover. "He
must be almost exhausted to row like that."

"He knows what he has at stake. He sees the prison cell staring
him in the face again. You'd do your best, too, if you were in
his place."

"I'm doing my best now, Dick. On we go!" and Tom renewed his
exertions. Dick set a faster stroke than ever, having caught his
second wind, and the rowboat flew over the calm surface of the
lake like a thing of life.

"Keep off!" The cry came from Baxter, while he was still a
hundred yards from the eastern shore. "Keep off, or it will be
the worse for you!"

"We are not afraid of you, Baxter, and you ought to know it by
this time," answered Dick. "You may as well give in now as later
on."

"Give in! You must be crazy!"

"We are two to one, and you know what we have been able to do in
the past."

"Humph! I don't intend to go to jug again, and that is all there
is to it."

"Maybe you can't help yourself."