"It was foolishness to run so close," said Tom.

"Don't you talk to me, Tom Rover. I've had enough of you, mind
that."

"And I want you to mind and keep off next time, Mumps. If you
don't --"

"What will you do?"

"I'll be tempted to come aboard the Falcon and give you a
thrashing."

"You'll never set foot on my boat, and I'm not afraid of you,"
roared Mumps. "You think you got the best of me at Putnam Hall,
but you didn't, and I want you to know it."

"How is your friend, Dan Baxter?" cried Sam. "Has he landed in
jail yet?"

"Never mind Dan Baxter," growled Mumps, growing red in the face;
and then the two yachts moved so far apart that further talk was
impossible.

"Well, I didn't expect to meet him," muttered Dick, after the
three brothers had cooled down a bit. "He must have known we
were in this boat."

"I saw his craft last night, down near Catskill," said Tom.
"I'll wager he has been following us up."