"We'll wash the wound first," put in Frank, and raced off for some
water. Soon he returned with his stiff hat full, and the cut on
Sam's wrist was tenderly washed by the Laning girls, who then
bound it up with the skill of a hospital surgeon.
The kite-flying continued for the balance of the afternoon. But
Sam and Dick had had enough of it, and, along with Tom, they took
a stroll along the lake front with Dora Stanhope and Grace and
Nellie. Of course both boys and girls talked a whole lot of
nonsense, yet all enjoyed the walk very much.
"This is the spot where they abducted me," shivered Dora, as they
came to the old boathouse. "Oh, what a dreadful time that was, to
be sure!"
"I don't believe our enemies will bother you any more, Dora," said
Dick. "It's not likely that old Crabtree Will try the same game
twice; and Mumps has really turned over a new leaf and gone to
work for a living."
"Yes, I was glad to hear that, for I don't believe he was such a
bad fellow at heart. He was under Dan Baxter's influence, just as
- as --"
"As Josiah Crabtree tried to influence your mother," whispered
Dick, and Dora nodded slowly. "Well, let us forget it, and -- My
gracious!"
Dick stopped short, to stare in open-mouthed wonder at a small
boat shooting down the lake at a distance of several hundred yards
from the shore.
"What's up?" came simultaneously from Tom and Sam.
"Don't you see that fellow in the boat?" demanded Dick, in
increased wonder.
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