If you try that, we'll send you off in double-quick order." There was a pause, and Dick and old Jerry began to unload the things they had brought from the wreck.

They had found a large cake of ice.
But the coming of Baxter and Jack Lesher had taken away the pleasure of making lemonade and orange ice, and the lump was placed in some water to cool it for drinking purposes.
As soon as Grace could get the chance she told Dick of the way Dan Baxter had treated Dora.

At once Dick's face took on a stern look that boded the bully no good.
"I'll have a talk with him and come to an understanding," said the eldest Rover, and strode out of the house and to where Baxter was walking up the beach, picking up fancy-colored sea-shells.
"Look here, Baxter, I want to have an understanding with you," he said, catching the bully by the arm.
"What do you want now ?" "I want you to promise to leave Dora Stanhope alone in the future." "How I treat her is none of your business," blustered the bully.
"But it is my business, Baxter." "See here, Dick Rover, I won't be bossed by you!" howled the tall youth.

"You mind your own business." "If you touch her again, there will be trouble." "What will you do ?" "I'll give you the worst thrashing you ever had in your life." "Two can play at that game." "There will be only one in this game." "Do you want to fight me ?" "I am perfectly willing," responded Dick recklessly.

His anger was deep at that moment.
"All right then, come on!" howled Baxter savagely, and, squaring off, he aimed a blow at Dick's face.
The attack was so sudden that Dick could scarcely prepare for it, and though he dodged, Baxter's fist landed glancingly on his cheek.
"There you are, and here's another!" cried the bully, and his other fist shot out, catching Dick on the shoulder.
But now the oldest Rover was on his guard, and in a twinkle he let drive, taking Dan Baxter in the eye.