The sensible Newfoundlander, at first, paid no attention to this cowardly assault; but the stones whizzed by in unpleasant proximity, now and then striking the sail or the side of the boat, and he began to manifest his displeasure, by showing his teeth and growling savagely.
Frank stood it as long as possible, knowing that the best plan was to remain silent; but James continued to follow the boat, and the stones struck all around the object of his vengeance.
"I wish you wouldn't do that," said Frank, at length.
"You do, eh ?" said James.

"How are you going to hinder it?
But perhaps you would rather have me throw at you." And, picking up a large stone, he hurled it at his cousin with great force.

It fell into the creek, close to the boat, and splashed the water all over Frank.
This seemed to enrage Brave more than ever, and he sprang into the water, and swam toward the shore, and no amount of scolding on Frank's part could induce him to return.

James, fearing that he was about to be punished in a way he had not thought of, turned and took to his heels.
At this moment a loud shout was heard, and several boys sprang over the fence into the road, and James was speedily overtaken and surrounded.

They were a ragged, hard-looking set of fellows, and Frank knew that they were the Hillers; besides, he recognized the foremost of them as Lee Powell.