lake.

The water was just right, and they enjoyed every second of the half hour
they allowed themselves.

It was eight o'clock in the evening before they went to get their team
again.

The moon was just coming up over the rim of the lake and this promised
them a splendid drive back to Lakeview.

As Harry and our hero entered the turnout two figures stole up from the
back of the barn.

The pair were Si Peters and Wash Crosby.

They ran on ahead, and as the boys waited to settle with the livery stable
keeper they soon disappeared.

Harry drove, and the young oarsman leaned back and took it easy.

A mile was covered, and they were just passing a clump of bushes when
whizz! a stone came flying into the carriage. It struck Jerry on the arm,
causing him to cry with pain.

"Who threw that?" he exclaimed.

Whizz! came another stone. It struck Harry in the cheek, drawing blood.

"Whoa!" yelled Jerry, and while the horses were still in motion, he leaped
to the road.

He had noted the direction from which the missiles came, and bound off,
but behind the bushes all was dark.

"Look out for yourself!" cried Harry.

He was busy with the horses, who were shying first to one side and then to
the other.

At first Jerry could see nothing, but soon he discovered two forms in the
semi-darkness.

He rushed over and found himself face to face with Si Peters and Wash
Crosby.

"Peters!" he ejaculated.

Scarcely had he spoken when a club was raised. Jerry tried to avoid the
descending blow, but was only partly successful.

The club landed over his shoulder and neck and he was more than half
stunned.

"Come!" he heard Peters whisper to Crosby, and then all became a confused
whirl and he pitched forward in the grass.

The two rascals ran out into the road.

"That for you, Harry Parker!" yelled Si Peters, and struck Harry in the
knee with the club.

In the meantime Wash Crosby sprang half into the carriage.

He made a grab at Harry's gold watch chain.

The chain broke from the buttonhole and along with it came Harry's
beautiful timepiece.

"I'll keep this to remember you by!" cried Wash Crosby in derision, and
away he sped across the highway and down a side road, with Si Peters at
his heels.

CHAPTER XXII.

ANOTHER BOAT RACE.

The horses now demanded all of Harry's attention. One of them was bound to
run away, and the youth had all he could do to hold the animal in check.
But the lad knew what he