trust we see you again," went on Dick; and Dora blushed prettily.

The Golden Star was now approaching a little landing known as
Hopedale, and all left their chairs to see the village, and people
getting on and off. It was an engaging scene, and the did not
return to the bow of the boat until ten minutes later, after
taking a walk completely around the steamer's deck.

In the bow a surprise awaited them. During their absence Dan
Baxter had appropriated four of their camp chairs and was
stretched out on them as if in sleep.

"Oh, what a cheek!" cried Tom.

"Let us haul him off," suggested Sam.

"All right, come ahead," put in Fred.

"Oh, please don't have another row with him!" cried Dora in alarm.
"Let him keep the seats. We can go somewhere else,"

"All right, let the pig sleep," said Dick.

He felt tolerably certain that Dan Baxter was awake and heard him,
but the bully made no sign.

The party walked away, and the bully sneered softly to himself.

"They didn't dare to tackle me," was what he thought in his
conceit. "I'd like to meet 'em one by one alone I'd show each a