"Well?" he queried. "Are you going? Can you start at once'?"

"We have decided not to go," replied Jerry, slowly. "I-- that is my
chums and I-- do not feel just right about it. It is not our boat,
and--"

He hesitated, for he did not want to give the main reasons that had
influenced him and his chums. But Blowitz did not give him a chance to
continue.

"Not go!" the man fairly cried. "Why I'm surprised at you! You led me
to believe, all along, that you would go. Here I've gone and wasted a
lot of time on you, gone to a lot of trouble, made all my
arrangements, expecting you would go, and--"

"We never gave you any reason to think we would go," declared Jerry
very positively. "You are wrong, there, Mr. Blowitz. We only said we
would consider it. We have done so, and have concluded not to go. I am
sorry--"

"Sorry? You'll be sorrier than this before I'm through with you!"
threatened the man. "You'll wish you had gone before very long, let me
tell you. You've spoiled all my plans. I depended-- Oh! I'll get even
with you for this!" and the man, in a fury threw his cigar down on the
rocks, whence it bounded up amid a shower of sparks. "You'll regret
this!" he cried in angry tones, as he turned away and started off up
the cliff, muttering to himself.

"You've made him mad," said Bob.