"Hurry up, or we'll be late."

The party started off, but had only gone a short distance when
Sam remembered that he had left his knife sticking in the stump
of a tree, and ran back to get it, in the meantime turning his
fish over to Tom.

The fishing place was behind a grove of trees, and when Sam
reached it again he was much surprised to see Dan Baxter on
shore, he having just left the yacht, which was cruising some
distance away.

"Hullo! so you came back to have it out with me, eh?" cried
Baxter, and before Sam could say a word, he was hurled flat and
the bully came down on top of him.

Sam fought bravely, but was no match for the big fellow, who
began to hammer him unmercifully. Realizing how matters were
turning, the youngest Rover began to cry for help.

"You shut up!" stormed Dan Baxter. "Shut up, or I'll give it to
you worse than ever!"

But Sam had no intention of taking such a drubbing quietly, and
he yelled louder than ever. His cries reached Tom, who had
dropped behind to allow his brother to catch up.

"Something is wrong," he muttered, and hanging the fish on a
bush, he ran back at the top of his speed.