Suddenly Farley leapt out and grabbed Kenji from behind.
"It's time Mr. B-b-baseball saw a real
Yankee slider. Show him, Raymond." Farley held Kenji with his arms tight
Raymond worked up a juicy hocker, which
wasn't hard 'cause he always sneaked his dad's chewing tobacco. Then he
spit and let fly at Kenji.
But at the last second, Kenji spun around
perfectly so that it was Farley who wound up blinded with an eyeful of
"Ahhh!" Farley screamed.
Kenji broke free and took off, heading right
for me. Raymond jumped down and fussed to clean up Farley. "I'm sorry,
Farley brushed himself off. "Leave me alone!
Just get him!"
Kenji ran hard, panicked. I knew exactly how
he felt. I'd been there a hundred time with Farley hot on my heels. But
the stink of marsh weeds was still fresh on my hands, reminding me who
got me stuck with this lame report topic. "Serves him right," I said to
The bullies were gaining, though, and I
could see that Kenji was getting tired.
"You're gonna eat mud!" Farley snarled.
Finally my conscience kicked in. Not even
Kenji deserved that. I tossed my weed collection into the boat and
rocked the boat free.
"Hey! Over here," I yelled.
Kenji spotted me, but seemed suspicious.
"Stay out of this, Birdbrain!" Farley
hollered when he saw me. He and Raymond speeded up as I started to cast
"Hurry!" I told Kenji. "Come on."
It was clear he had no choice but to trust
me. He splashed through the water and flopped into the rowboat.
Farley and Raymond, neither one a good
swimmer, sloshed into the water after us.
I quickly shoved the other oar into Kenji's
hand. "Row, stupid!"
He did, but not very well. We rowed
furiously, but our strokes were fighting each other, causing the boat to
Suddenly Farley popped his head out of the
water and grabbed hold of my oar. "Got you, Jap lover!" His grimy hands
were a lot stronger than mine and it took all my weight to keep him from
tipping the boat over.
But Kenji thought fast and swatted his oar,
splashing water right up Farley's nose.
It worked! Farley started coughing out
seawater and let go of my paddle.
After a few more sloppy strokes, Kenji and I
found a one-two rhythm and we started to pull away. Farley and Raymond
chased us as far as the sandbar cutoff, but once they went underwater
and realized they couldn't touch bottom, they decided to retreat.
Looking like two drenched rats, the bullies barked and bellyached from
"Chicken!" taunted Raymond.
"Traitor!" screamed Farley. "You'll pay for