“Did you see which way the rascals went, J.W.?” asked Percival when the three were quite alone.  “That might tell us something.”

“Well, you know that it is dark along shore, Dick,” returned young Smith, “and they made very little noise.  They started to run the minute I spoke, and when I turned the light on them they were going pretty fast.  All I could tell was that they were big boys, but I could not say now just which way they went, it was so dark.”

“Well, they won’t try it again, that is certain, but it may come to having a regular guard at night, and none of the boys will like that.”

“I told Buck and the others that I would give them a dollar apiece to keep watch to-night, Dick.”

Both Jack and Dick laughed at the young fellow’s earnestness, and Jack said pleasantly: 

“That was kind of you, J.W., but I don’t think it will be necessary to-night.  Besides, if any one pays the men to keep watch it should be myself, and not you, old chap.”

“Imagine Pete Herring and fellows like that offering to pay men for watching another boy’s boat!” sputtered Percival “I see them doing it!”

“Well, no harm has been done, fortunately, Dick, and with you I do not think it will be repeated.  Come, let’s go back to bed.”

There was no further disturbance during the night, and in the morning nothing was found to be the matter with Jack’s boat beyond what had been done before, and this could be easily remedied.

Percival watched Herring and others very closely to see if he could detect anything suspicious in their looks, speech or actions, but they were evidently prepared and on guard, for he could see nothing which would warrant his bringing an accusation against them.

He did not tell Jack that he suspected them, but, nevertheless, determined to watch them closely to see if there were any ground for his suspicions other than they had bad reputations and did not like Jack.

Matters went on as usual in the camp during the day, the boys dividing their time between study and recreation, with a little drill and some gymnasium practice, considerable apparatus having been erected at one side of the camp for that purpose.

Jack had a friendly race with Percival, first in his own boat and then in his friend’s, and beat him in both, but nothing could induce him to race with Herring, and no one could say that he was afraid of his boat, for it was clear that he could do marvels with it.

He was willing to race with Harry and Arthur, with Billy Manners and Jasper Seymour, and even with young Smith, to whom he allowed odds, but he declined all offers to compete with Herring or any of his kind, much to their chagrin and anger.

“You’re afraid!” growled Herring with his customary sneer, but Jack did not pay the slightest attention to the charge, and the other boys laughed, this making the bully more angry than ever.