The Rover Boys Series. Stratemeyer Edward

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      CHAPTER XXI

       THE MEETING IN THE BAY

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      "There is Dora now!" cried Dick, and his heart leaped into his throat at the sight of his dearest friend.

      "Dick Rover, are you there?" came from the girl in nervous tones.

      "Yes, Dora, I am here, with my brothers and a sailor friend."

      "Save me, please!"

      "We will!" came from all of the Rover boys in concert.

      "Take her below!" roared Baxter angrily, as he turned to Mrs. Goss, who had followed Dora to the deck. "Didn't I tell you to keep a close eye on her?"

      "She said she wished to speak to you," answered the woman. "I thought she wanted to make terms with you."

      Mrs. Goss caught Dora by the wrist and, assisted by Mumps, carried her below.

      She struggled and tried to fight them off, and her cries, reaching Dick, made the youth long to be at her side.

      "Let her alone, Baxter!" he cried hotly. "If you harm her you shall pay dearly for it, remember that!"

      "Talk is cheap, Dick Rover," came back with a sneer. "Now keep off, or I'll do as I threatened."

      "You won't dare to fire on us."

      "Won't I? Just come a little closer and you'll see."

      By this time the two yachts were not over a hundred feet apart, the Searchlight to the starboard of her rival. So far the countless stars had brightened up the bosom of the ocean, but now Martin Harris noted a dark mass of clouds rolling up from the westward.

      "We'll have it pretty dark in a few minutes," he cautioned. "If you want to haul up close, better do it at once."

      "All right, run them down," ordered Dick, half recklessly. "I don't care how much their boat is damaged, so long as I save the girl. Mumps ran me down, remember."

      "I reckon I can sheer 'em all right enough," grinned Harris, who by this time had entered fully into the spirit of the adventure. "But will they shoot?"

      "I don't believe they have any firearms," said Tom. "And if they have I don't think Baxter could hit the side of a house at fifty yards."

      "Are you going to keep off or not?" yelled Baxter. "I'll give you just ten seconds in which to make up your mind."

      "By jinks! he has got a gun!" whispered Sam, as he caught a glint of the polished barrel. "The villain!"

      "Baxter, you are playing a foolish game," answered Dick. "What do you intend to do with Dora Stanhope?"

      "That's my business. I shan't harm her if you'll promise to leave me alone."

      "Did you run off with her on Crabtree's account?"

      "It's none of your business," put in Mumps, who had just returned to the deck, after making sure that Dora should not get away from Mrs. Goss again for the time being.

      "It is my business."

      "You're awfully sweet on her, aint you?"

      "Do you know it's a State's prison offense to abduct anybody?"

      "I haven't abducted anybody. She came of her own free will — at first. It's not my fault if she's sick of her bargain now."

      "I don't believe a word you say."

      "Do as you please. But are you going to keep off or not?"

      "We'll not keep off."

      "Then I'll fire on you."

      "If you do so, we'll fire in return," said Sam. "Maybe we can scare him too," he added, in a whisper.

      "I don't believe you've got any weapon," came from Mumps, in a voice that the toady tried in vain to steady. If there was one thing Mumps was afraid of it was a gun or a pistol.

      "Try us and see," said Tom. Then he raised his voice. "Harris, bring up that brace of pistols you said were in the locker."

      "All right," answered the sailor, catching at the ruse at once; and he hurried below, to return with two shining barrels, made of the handles of a dipper and a tin pot. He held one of the tin barrels out at arm's length. "Shall I fire on 'em now?" he demanded at the top of his voice.

      "Don't!" shrieked Mumps, and dropped out of sight behind the mainmast of the Flyaway.

      The toady had scarcely uttered the word when a loud report rang out, and a pistol bullet cut its way through the mainsail of the Searchlight. Baxter had fired his gun, but had taken good care to point the weapon over the Rover boys' heads. The bully now ran for the cabin, expecting to receive a shot in return, but of course it did not come.

      By this time the two yachts were almost side by side and running along at a high rate of speed. Harris got out his boathook to catch fast to the Flyaway, when a cry from Tom made him pause.

      "Help me! Don't leave me behind!"

      "Great Cæsar!" gasped Sam. "Tom's overboard!"

      "Down with the mainsail!" roared Harris. "How did he fall over the side?"

      "He tried to jump to the other boat," said Dick, who had seen the action. "I was just thinking of doing it myself."

      With all possible speed the big sheet of the Searchlight was lowered, and then they turned as fast as the wind would permit, to the spot where unlucky Tom was bobbing up and down on the swells like a peanut shell.

      "Catch the line!" cried Dick, and let fly with a life preserver attached to a fair-sized rope. His aim was a good one, and soon Tom was being hauled aboard again with all possible speed.

      "Oh, what a mess I made of it!" he panted; when he could catch his breath. "I'm not fit to hunt jack rabbits."

      "It's lucky you weren't run down by the yacht and killed," said Dick. "I was going to jump, but when I saw you go down I thought better of it."

      Ten minutes of precious time had been lost, and now the Flyaway was once more far in the distance. She was heading for shore, and soon the oncoming darkness hid her from view.

      "Now what's to be done?" questioned Sam. "She'll slip СКАЧАТЬ