"Albert!" he cried. "And the who struck me divers blows in sundry places. Ah, they've sighted us." "What are you going to do? We can't have another scrap with them." "Far from it," said Dunstable gently. "Hullo, Albert. _And_ my friend in the moth-eaten bowler! This is well met." "You come out here," said Albert, pausing on the brink. "Why?" asked Dunstable. "You see what you'll get." "But we don't want to see what we'll get. You've got such a narrow mind, Albert--may I call you Bertie? You seem to think that nobody has any pleasures except vulgar brawls. We are going to row up river, and think beautiful thoughts." Albert was measuring with his eye the distance between the boat and landing-stage. It was not far. A sudden spring.... "If you want a fight, go up to the school and ask for Mr Drummond. He's the gentlemen who sent you to hospital last time. Any time you're passing, I'm sure he'd--" Albert leaped. But Linton had had him under observation, and, as he sprung, pushed vigorously with his oar. The gap between boat and shore widened in an instant, and Albert, failing to obtain a foothold on the boat, fell back, with a splash that sent a cascade over his friend and the boatman, into three feet of muddy water. By the time he had scrambled out, his enemies were moving pensively up-stream. The boatman was annoyed. "Makin' me wet and spoilin' my paint--what yer mean by it?" "Me and my friend here we want a boat," said Albert, ignoring the main issue. "Want a boat! Then you'll not get a boat. Spoil my cushions, too, would you? What next, I wonder! You go to Smith and ask _him_ for a boat. Perhaps he ain't so particular about having his cushions--" "Orl right," said Albert, "_orl_ right." Mr Smith proved more complaisant, and a quarter of an hour after Dunstable and Linton had disappeared, Albert and his friend were on the water. Moist outside, Albert burned with a desire for Revenge. He meant to follow his men till he found them. It almost seemed as if there would be a repetition of the naval battle which had caused the town to be put out of bounds. Albert was a quick-tempered youth, and he had swallowed fully a pint of Severn water. * * * * * Dunstable and Linton sat for some time in the oak parlour of the "Blue Boar". It was late when they went out. As they reached the water's edge Linton uttered a cry of consternation. "What's up?" asked Dunstable. "I wish you wouldn't do that so suddenly. It gives me a start. Do you feel bad?" "Great Scott! it's gone." "The pain?" "Our boat. I tied it up to this post." "You can't have done. What's that boat over there! That looks like ours." "No, it isn't. That was there when we came. I noticed it. I tied ours up here, to this post."