"There will be no harm in it, I suppose," replied Frank, glancing at the b.u.t.terfly.
"Zephyr, ahoy!" shouted Tony. "We will pull up together, if you like."
"Agreed."
The two boats were then drawn up alongside of each other, ready to start when the word should be given.
"Say when you are ready," shouted Tony.
The rowers in each boat were all ready to take the first stroke.
"Ready--pull!" said Frank; and the crews bent to the work.
"Now give it to "em!" shouted Tim Bunker, as he struck out with his oar.
"Steady, Tim," said Frank. "Be very careful, or you will lose the stroke."
"No, I won"t. Put "em through by daylight!" And Tim, without paying much attention to the swaying of the c.o.xswain"s body, by which his stroke should have been regulated, redoubled his exertions. He was very much excited, and the next moment the handle of his oar hit the boy in front of him in the back. Then the boy behind hit him, and a scene of confusion immediately ensued. Of course no boy could pull his stroke except in unison with the others; so the whole were compelled to cease rowing.
"We have lost it," said Frank, good-naturedly.
The boys, seeing how useless it was to attempt to row in the midst of such confusion, were obliged to wait till order had been restored.
"No, we hain"t; pull away!" replied Tim, as He seized his oar, and began to row with all his might.
"Cease rowing!" said Frank.
"Catch your oars, you sleepies, or they will get in first!" exclaimed Tim, who continued to struggle with his oar in defiance of the order.
He had already pulled the boat half round.
"I guess the fifty dollars won"t come to this crew," added Tim, contemptuously.
"It certainly will not, if you don"t obey orders better than that,"
replied Frank.
"I don"t want to have the club beat so easy as that."
"But it is all your fault, Tim."
"You lie!"
"What! what!" exclaimed Frank. "We cannot have such language as that. If you don"t conform to the const.i.tution you have signed, you shall be put on sh.o.r.e at the nearest land."
"Well, I ain"t a going to have it laid to me, when I hain"t done nothing. Didn"t I pull with all my might and main? and if the other fellers had done so too, we should have been ahead of "em afore this time," answered Tim, somewhat tamed by the threat of the c.o.xswain.
"We will not talk about that until you say whether you intend to conform to the rules of the club, or not," added Frank, firmly.
"Of course I do."
Tim was still gruff in his tones; but it was evident that he wanted to conform to the rules, and that his obstinacy was still struggling for expression.
"You must not tell the c.o.xswain, or any other member, that he lies, Tim," continued Frank.
"That was a slip of the tongue."
The Bunker tried to laugh it off, and declared that he was so used to that form of expression he could not leave it off at once. This was regarded as a great concession by all.
"Very well; if you will promise to do your best to obey the rules, we will say no more about it."
"Of course I will," replied Tim, with a laugh, which was equivalent to saying, "If any of you think I am yielding too much, why, I am only joking."
"Now, Tim, that point being settled, I repeat that our mishap was caused by you, though we don"t blame you for it. You meant to do your best, but you didn"t go to work in the right way."
"What"s the reason I didn"t?"
"You broke up the stroke."
"The fellers ought to have pulled faster, then, so as to keep up with me; if they had, we should have done well enough."
"That is not the way. The c.o.xswain is to judge how fast you may pull with safety."
"Just as you like. All I wanted was to win the race."
"I understand you; but we can do nothing if the discipline of the club is not observed."
"I didn"t know about that."
"Let us understand one another for the future. You must regulate your stroke by the motion of my body. You are to see nothing but me; and whatever happens, you must obey orders."
"Let"s try it again. I will do as you say," replied Tim, with a great deal more gentleness than he had before shown.
"Ready--pull!" said Frank. And away darted the Zephyr up the lake.
Tim pulled very steadily now, and showed a disposition to do as the others did, and to obey orders. Frank was pleased with the result of the conference, and began to entertain strong hopes of the ultimate reformation of the Bunker.
But the race was lost; the b.u.t.terfly was almost at the head of the lake.
"There"s a chance for the b.u.t.terflies to crow over us," said Tim, after a silence of several moments.
"There is to be no crowing. If we had beaten them, I should not have permitted a word to be spoken that would create a hard feeling in the minds of any of them," replied Frank. "And I know that Tony is exactly of my mind."
"It is no great credit to them to have beaten us under these circ.u.mstances," added Fred.
"Each club must be responsible for its own discipline. No excuses are to be pleaded. Good order and good regulations will prevent such accidents as just befell us."
"That is what discipline is for," said William Bright.
"Exactly so. Don"t you remember what Mr. Hyde told me when I tried to excuse myself for not having my sums done with the plea that I had no pencil?" asked Charles Hardy. "He said it was as much a part of our duty to be ready for our work as it was to do it after we were ready."