"It was you, was it, Barney?" said Tim, as he stepped into the boat.
"I"ll bet it was," replied the fellow, standing upon the defensive.
"Take that, then," continued the "chief," as he brought his fist down upon the rebel with such force that he tumbled over the side of the boat into the water. "You want to get up a mutiny--don"t you?"
The fellow scrambled ash.o.r.e, wet through and shivering with cold.
"You"ll catch it for that, Tim Bunker!" growled Barney.
"I"ll teach you to mind. Now, Charley, put off, and don"t be so stiff with them yet. They are not such chicken-hearted pups as the Zephyrs, I can tell you;" and Tim stepped ash.o.r.e.
"Take your oars; if you only do as I tell you, we shall get along very well," said Charles. "We can"t do anything unless you mind."
He then showed them how to get their oars out, and how to start together; but they did not feel interest enough in the process to pay much attention to what he said, and several ineffectual attempts were made before they got a fair start.
"Hallo! Ain"t you going to take me?" shouted Barney, from the sh.o.r.e, as they were leaving.
"Will you obey orders?"
"Yes; but I won"t be kicked."
"n.o.body wants to kick you," replied Charles, who, deeming that the rebel had made a satisfactory concession, put back after him.
"This ducking will be the death of me," said Barney, as he got into the boat.
"A little hard pulling will warm you, and when we get back, we shall make a fire on the island," answered Charles, in a conciliatory tone, "Now, ready--pull!"
The Rovers worked better now, and the Zephyr moved with tolerable rapidity towards the sh.o.r.e; but it was very dark under the shadow of the trees, and Charles could not readily find the place where the materials for the tent had been concealed. Each of the crew thought he knew more about the business than the c.o.xswain; and in the sc.r.a.pe the Zephyr was run aground, heeled over on one side, and filled half full of water.
It required some time to bail her out; but it was accomplished at last, the stakes and poles put on board, and they rowed off to the island again. Tim had arrived before him, and had landed the stores.
"Where are the matches, Tim?" asked Charles.
"What are you going to do?"
"Make a fire."
"What for?"
"Some of us are wet, and we can"t see to put up the tents without it."
"But a fire will betray us."
"What matter? We are safe from pursuit."
"Go it, then," replied Tim, as he handed Charles a bunch of matches.
The fire was kindled, and it cast a cheerful light over the scene of their operations.
"Now, Rovers, form a ring round the fire," said Tim, "and we will fix things for the future."
The boys obeyed this order, though Barney, in consideration of his uncomfortable condition, was permitted to lie down before the fire and dry his clothes.
"I am the chief of the band; I suppose that is understood," continued Tim.
"Yes," they all replied.
"And that Charley Hardy is second in command. He can handle a boat, and the rest of you can"t."
"I don"t know about that," interposed one of them. "He upset the boat on the beach."
"That was because the crew did not obey orders," replied Charles.
"He is second in command," replied Tim. "Do you agree to that?"
"Yes," answered several, who were willing to follow the lead of the chief.
"Very well; I shall command one party and Charley the other; each in his own boat and on the island. Now we will divide each party into two squads, or watches."
"What for?" asked Barney.
"To keep watch, and do any duty that may be wanted of them."
Tim had got this idea of an organization from his piratical literature.
Indeed, the plan of encamping upon the island was an humble imitation of a party of buccaneers who had fortified one of the smallest of the islands in the West Indies. The whole scheme was one of the natural consequences of reading bad books, in which the most dissolute, depraved, and wicked men are made to appear as heroes, whose lives and characters are worthy of emulation.
Such books fill boys" heads with absurd, not to say wicked ideas. I have observed their influence in the course of ten years" experience with boys; and when I see one who has named his sled "Blackbeard," "Black Cruiser," "Red Rover," or any such names, I am sure he has been reading about the pirates, and has got a taste for their wild and daring exploits--for their deeds of blood and rapine. One of the truant officers of Boston, whose duty it is to hunt up runaway boys, related to me a remarkable instance of the influence of improper books. A few years ago, two truant boys were missed by their parents. They did not return to their homes at night, and it was discovered that one of them had stolen a large sum of money from his father. A careful search was inst.i.tuted, and the young reprobates were traced to a town about ten miles from the city, where they were found encamped in the woods. They had purchased several pistols with their money, and confessed their intention of becoming highwaymen! It was ascertained that they had been reading the adventures of d.i.c.k Turpin, and other noted highwaymen, which had given them this singular and dangerous taste for a life in violation of the laws of G.o.d and man. My young readers will see where Tim got his ideas, and I hope they will shun books which narrate the exploits of pirates and robbers.
Two officers were chosen in each band to command the squads. Tim was shrewd enough to know that the more offices he created, the more friends he would insure--members who would stand by him in trial and difficulty.
In Charles"s band, one of these offices was given to the turbulent Barney; his fidelity was thus secured, and past differences reconciled.
"Now, Charley, my crew shall put up one tent, and yours the other."
"Very well," replied Charles, who derived a certain feeling of security from the organization which had just been completed, and he began to feel more at home.
The stakes were driven down, and the poles placed upon the forks; but sewing the cloth together for the covering was found to be so tedious a job that it was abandoned. The strips were drawn over the frame of the tent, and fastened by driving pins through it into the ground. Then it was found that there was only cloth enough to cover one tent. Tim"s calculations had been defective.
"Here"s a pretty fix," said Tim.
"I have it," replied Charles. "Come with me, Barney, and we will have the best tent of the two."
Charles led the way to the Sylph, and getting on board of her by the aid of one of the boats, they proceeded to unbend her sails.
"Bravo! Charley," said Barney. "That"s a good idea; but why can"t some of us sleep in this bit of a cuddy house?"
"So we can. Here is Uncle Ben"s boat cloak, which will make a first-rate bed. Don"t say a word about it, though, and you and I can have it all to ourselves."
The sails were carried ash.o.r.e, and were ample covering for the tent. Dry leaves, which covered the ground, were then gathered up and put inside for their bed.