other craft run you down in short order, didn't she?"
"Did you see it?" burst out Sam eagerly.

"To be sure I did."

"Then you know it was her fault."

"I do. She had no right to follow you up as she did."

"I'm glad you saw the mix-up, Mr..."

"Martin Harris is my name. I'm an old boatman around here --
keep boats to hire, and the like. And who is this I'm to take
ashore?"

"My name is Sam Rover. These are my two brothers, Dick and Tom."

"Do you know who it was ran into you?"

"It was the Falcon, a yacht owned by a Mr. Fenwick. His son and
a man he called Bill Goss were aboard."

At this Martin Harris drew down his mouth. "A bad set, those. I
know 'em well."

"And we know, Fenwick, too," put in Dick, "He's a regular sneak."

"That's right -- takes after his father, who did his best to
defraud me in a boat deal. And that Bill Goss is a sneak, too,
and worse," and Martin Harris shook his head decidedly.