gle up his head was thrust
down into the water over and over again.

"Don't, don't!" he panted, as he thrust against the side of the boat and
got free. "You shouldn't do that."

There was a flash of anger in his eyes as he faced Bob, and his fists
were clenched, but he did not strike out, he contented himself with
rubbing the water from his eyes, and then wiping his face upon his
handkerchief.

"I shouldn't do that? Why shouldn't I do that?" said Bob threateningly.
"Serve yer right, sittin' down to bragfuss without washing yer face.
Going to have any more?"

Dexter did not answer; but finished drying his face, and then took up
his bread and cheese.

"Oh, that's it, is it!" said Bob. "Sulky, eh? Don't you come none o'
them games with me, young fellow, or it will be the worse for yer."

Dexter made no reply, but went on eating, having hard work to swallow
each mouthful.

Time back all this would not have made so much impression upon him, but
the social education he had been receiving in his intercourse with Helen
Grayson had considerably altered him, and his breast swelled as he felt
the change in his companion, and began to wish more than ever that he
had not come.

Almost as he thought this he received a curious check.

"It won't do for you to be sulky with me," began his tyrant. "You've
got to go along o' me now you have come. You couldn't go back after
stealing this boat."

"Stealing!" cried Dexter, flushing up. "I didn't steal it. We borrowed
it together."

"Oh, did we?" said Bob mockingly; "I don't know nothing about no _we_.
It was you stole it, and persuaded me to come."

"I didn't," cried Dexter indignantly. "I only borrowed it, and you
helped me do it."

"Oh, did I? We shall see about that. But you can't go back never no
more, so don't you think that."

Bob's guess at his companion's thoughts was pretty shrewd; and as Dexter
sat looking at him aghast, with the full extent of his delinquency
dawning upon him, Bob began to unloose the chain.

"Now then," he said, "finish that there bread and cheese, or else put it
in yer pocket. We're going on again, and I want to catch our dinner."

The idea of doing something more in accordance with the object of their
trip roused Dexter into action, and, after helping to force the boat
from among the branches, he willingly took one of the sculls; and in
obedience to the frequently given orders, rowed as well as his
inexperience would allow, and