CHAPTER XIX.
HOT WORDS AND BLOWS "What a shame!" said Nellie, pointing to the slumbering mate.
"That shows what liquor will do," came from Dora.
"Oh, you mustn't blame him too much," returned Dan Baxter, who also liked the taste of the liquor.

"Remember that we have been living a dog's life since we came on shore, while you have been living on the best the ship affords." "I wouldn't touch liquor if I was starving!" cried Grace.
"And neither would the Rover boys," added Dora.
"Oh, you think the Rover boys are regular saints!" grumbled the bully.

"You don't know what they would do behind your back." "If they said they wouldn't drink they wouldn't," cried Nellie, her eyes flashing.

"We can trust them every time." "I suppose the Rover boys run this place to suit themselves," went on Baxter, eying the house and the general appearance of the camp sharply.
"We all run it together," came from Grace.
"Isn't Captain Blossom, in command ?" "After a fashion, yes.

We haven't tried to decide that point yet.
Have you a leader in your camp ?" "Not much of a one.