The "Red Rover" had taken a sudden dive to the left, colliding with an anchored sailboat.
"If you don't know how to steer, keep off the lake!" raged the owner, shaking both fists at the red terror.
"If you don't know how to keep out of the way, then you ought to get pushed off the lake," flung back Jane McCarthy defiantly.
Harriet laid a hand on her arm.
"Don't argue with them, Jane.

It isn't well-bred to do a thing like that." The launch was sputtering away trying to extricate the "Red Rover" from its position, which, by this time, was broadside against the sailboat.
The "Red Rover" was rising and falling, each time rubbing off some red paint onto the white sides of the yacht.

With each blotch of paint, so acquired, the anger of the owner of the yacht increased.

It was fortunate for the Meadow-Brook Girls that they succeeded in getting away promptly.

Jane was getting more and more angry, and Harriet had all she could do to restrain her companion.
But their troubles were not yet ended.