“Pete wanted to show off,” chuckled Billy Manners, “and got come up with.  He can’t bully the colonel if he can bully the small boys.”

“He can’t bully all of them either,” said Harry, “for some of them won’t take it from him even if they can’t fight him.”

As it happened to be pleasant in the afternoon, and many of the boys were out on the river in boats, Herring felt the effect of his foolish boasting, and was greatly chagrined that he was cut off from a very enjoyable sport.

Jack took Percival’s boat out and made very good speed with it so that Dick said with a grin: 

“Well, the boat is all right, I see, and I am the fellow that needs to take a lesson, not the boat.  As I said before I believe you could get speed out of a canal-boat.”

“You can get speed out of this one if you will study it a bit, and not think only of using up gasolene.  Besides, there is fun to be had out of the boat, even if you do not go like the wind all the time.”

“Yes, I suppose there is, but I like to go fast, and I guess every boy does.  If one does not there is generally something the matter with him.”

Herring was not only smarting under not being allowed to go out with the rest, but also from the knowledge that Jack was a better boatman than he was, and that the boat which he had made himself, for this was known to all the boys now, could make better time than the expensive one his father had bought him and he said to Merritt, who had no one to go out with him, and was not allowed to run Herring’s boat: 

“I’d like to fix that boat of Sheldon’s so that he couldn’t run it.  He’ll be crowing over me all the time, and that is something I won’t stand.  It’ll be an easy thing to get at it at night.”

“Of course,” agreed Merritt.  “Make a hole in his tank, do something to the engine or cut a hole in the bottom.  Anything will do.  Then we can say that the boat was no good in the first place, and every one will believe you.  That’s easy.”

“I won’t say anything about it.  Wouldn’t he suspect something if I was to speak about it?  You don’t show any sense!”

“I show as much as you do, staying out there on the river when there was a squall coming down from the mountain,” sulked Merritt.  “Don’t you talk.  That was the biggest fool thing I ever saw any one do.”

“Shut up!” snarled Herring.  “What we want to do is to fix the boat so that it won’t run.  Sheldon can’t afford to buy another, and we will have all the fun, while he has to stay on shore.”

All right.  To-night will be a good time.  How are you going to manage it?  He may be watching.”

“Why should he?  He won’t suspect anything.  After all the boys have gone to sleep we can steal down to the shore and fix it all right.  All we have to do is to see where he puts it.”

It was a lovely night with a moon and stars, and a number of the boys were out on the river with their boats, skimming over the water like fireflies, and sending paths of colored light in every direction from their side lamps or with their pocket flashlights.