was made aware of the sand in the bottoms of his trousers.

The dude looked down, half frightened. Then he made a leap forward.
The sand was scattered all about, a good portion of it going into the
low shoes Chet wore. This filled them so that they were hard to walk
in, and the next moment the stylishly dressed youth lurched, stepped
into a hollow, and fell flat on the sand, his slender cane breaking off
short at the handle as it caught between his legs.

"Come here and I'll pick you up!" shouted Andy, who had scrambled away
as he saw Chet start out.

"You--you--who did this? Who pushed me?" stammered Chet, as he got up
spluttering, for some sand had gotten in his mouth. "I'll have revenge
for this--on some one! Who knocked me down?"

"It was the strong perfumery on your handkerchief," suggested Andy.
"It went to your head, Chet."

"It was you, Bob Trent; you did it!" yelled the dude, making a rush for
the captain's son. "I'll give you a thrashing for this!"

CHAPTER VII

A LIVELY CARGO

"Hold on there, Chet!" cried Andy, as he saw Bob about to suffer for
the trick he himself had played. The dude had hauled back his fist to
strike the captain's son, who put himself in a position of defense.

"You can't stop me!" yelled Chet, making rapid motions with his fists.
Bob Trent shrank back.

"Stop, I say!" shouted Andy again, making a rush to get between the
prospective combatants.

"Now you see what your fooling did," spoke Frank, in a low voice to his
brother. "Why can't you cut it out?"

"Can't seem to," answered the fun-loving lad. "But I won't let 'em
fight. I'll own up to Chet, and he can take it out of me if he likes."

"There!" suddenly cried Chet, as he landed a light blow on Bob's chest.
"That'll teach you to dirty up my shoes, fill my pants full of sand and
trip me up. There's another for you!"

He tried to strike the captain's son again, but Bob, though he was not
a fighting lad, was a manly chap, who would stand up for his rights.
Suddenly his fist shot forward and landed with no little force on the
nose of the dude.

Once more Chet went down, not so gently as before, measuring his length
in the sand. When he arose his face was red with anger, and his former
immaculate attire was sadly ruffled.

"I--I--I'll have you all arrested for this!" he yelled. "I'll make a
complaint against you, Bob Trent, and sue you for damages."

Chet made another rush for the driver of the clam wa