Holmes duplicated the throw.
"Stop that!" yelled one of the tramps, but he brought the horse to a standstill.
"Don't you throw any more stones!" yelled the tramp, as he saw the four ball players poised ready for more work in that line.
"Then hold the horse where he is until we come and take him," ordered Dick.
"We won't, and don't you throw any more stones," ordered the tramp.
"Jerry, turn your pistol loose on the young cubs if they throw another stone.

Giddap!" "That's a bluff.

You haven't any pistol," Dick called to the tramps coolly.

"Just start that horse, and we'll knock both your heads off with stones.

We know how to throw 'em." Splash! Greg Holmes had taken to the narrow river.