"Thank you, but we don't wish any," said the youngest of the
girls.
"Won't you have some?" asked the unknown of the eldest girl.
"I don't want any, and I told you before not to speak to me!" she
said in a low voice, and the tears almost came into her eyes.
"I ain't going to hurt you," grumbled the young fellow. "Can't a
fellow be pleasant like?"
"I do not know you, sir."
"Oh, that's all right. My name is Daniel Baxter. Sorry I
haven't a card, or I would give you one," was the smooth
rejoinder.
"I do not wish your card," was the answer delivered in the most
positive of tones.
"Oh, all right. Yes, it's a splendid trip," said the fellow, and
drew his camp chair even closer. The girls wished to edge away,
but there was no room in the narrow bow. The eldest girl looked
around as if for help. Her eyes met those of Dick, and she
blushed.
"Say, that fellow is a regular pill," whispered Tom to his elder
brother.
"Somebody ought to take him by the collar and pitch him
overboard."
"You are right, Tom," answered Dick, and then as the bully
attempted to crowd still closer to the girls he suddenly arose,
took a few steps forward, and caught Dan Baxter by the arm.
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