"We'll see about that. Are you - going to keep off or not?

"Don't ask foolish a question."

"You won't keep off?"

"No."

"If you don't I -- I'll shoot you."

As Dan Baxter spoke he stopped rowing and brought from a hip
pocket a highly polished nickel-plated revolver.

"Do you see this?" he demanded, as he pointed the weapon toward
the Rover boys.

Both Dick and Tom were taken aback at the sight of the weapon.
But they had seen such arms before, and had faced them,
consequently they were not as greatly alarmed as they right
otherwise have been. They knew, too, that Dan Baxter was a
notoriously bad shot.

"Put that up, Baxter," said Dick calmly. "It may only get you
into deeper trouble."

"I don't care!" said the bully recklessly. "I'm not going back to
jail and that is all there, is to it!"

"You won't dare to shoot at us, and you know it," put in Tom, as
the two boats drifted closer together.