"You'd have been in a bad fix if we hadn't.

Instead of being thankful for it, all you can do is to kick about leaving the hydroplane." An angry reply was on the other's lips, but Bill Bender checked it by looking up and saying: "I guess the kid's right, Jack.

Let it go at that." The bully glowered.

He felt his pride much wounded at having been compelled to seek the aid of the boys whom he despised and hated.
"I suppose you'll go and blab it all over town about how you saved us," he sneered, as the Flying Fish threaded her way through the tumbling waters at the mouth of the inlet and began making her way up it.
"I don't think we shall," replied Rob quietly.

"I mean to recommend Merritt, though, to headquarters for his Red Honor." "Oh, you mean that cheap, bronze medal thing on a bit of red ribbon!" sneered Jack.