"Yes."

"Then, Willie, if you will help me row over to the other side of the
river and set me off there, I'll give you a dollar."

"I'll do it," said Willie, seizing the other oar, "but you needn't
give me any money."

To his intense disgust, Fox saw the boat, propelled by the two boys,
leaping forward energetically, while he stood helplessly on the bank.

The other bank was half a mile away, and could not be reached except
by a bridge a considerable distance away. The two boys said little
until the trip was accomplished.

"I hope you won't get into any serious trouble with Mr. Fox," said
Harry, as they drew near the bank.

"I don't care for old Fox, and father doesn't like him, either."

As he got out of the boat he pressed a dollar into Willie's reluctant
hand.

"Now, which way had I better go?"

"Take that footpath. It will lead to Medfield. There you can take the
cars."

"Good-by, Willie; and thank you."