"I don"t know what he is doing: at least, I don"t know much about it, and he told me not to tell what I did know."
"But you can tell me, for I am at work on the case," said Pearl in a coaxing tone.
"No: I won"t tell you any thing. You won"t interfere with each other, and it is best for each of you to work on his own hook," replied the hotel-keeper, as he turned to attend to a guest who wished to speak to him.
Pearl saw that it was useless to press the matter any farther; and he was evidently very much disturbed about the turn the investigation had taken during his absence. He was particularly anxious to know what the detective was about, but he was unable to obtain any information from any person. He returned to the steamboat wharf. When he came in sight of the breakwater, he was not a little startled to see the Goldwing dart out from behind the structure, with only a small jib and a reefed mainsail.
He was startled; because not more than an hour had elapsed since he left the Missisquoi, and he expected it would be another hour before she would be ready to go in pursuit of the Goldwing. The latter could sail like the wind if she would only keep right side up, and she would get a long start of the steamer. Besides, Pearl did not like the looks of the big waves on the lake any better than Mr. b.u.t.ton had; and he was not altogether sure that he could manage her any better than Captain Vesey had done.
The Goldwing was running from the end of the breakwater over towards the main sh.o.r.e, and it was possible that Dory intended to make a landing at Plattsburgh. But it was not more than a quarter of a mile from the breakwater to the sh.o.r.e, and he could soon tell what she intended to do.
He hastened down the railroad to settle this point. In the furious breeze that was blowing, the Goldwing seemed to leap over the water. If she intended to go up to the wharf from which she had started, she would have to tack in a moment.
Pearl ran with all his might; for it occurred to him that if he could induce Dory to come on sh.o.r.e and go up to the hotel with him, he might save the ten dollars he had agreed to give the captain and engineer, and contrive some way to have it stick in his own pocket. The Goldwing ran within a hundred feet of the sh.o.r.e, and Pearl got behind a car on a side track to ascertain what she intended to do.
Gradually her main sheet was let off, and the Goldwing was headed to the southward. This settled the matter. The boat was not going back to the wharf. Her skipper had evidently run her over in that direction in order to get her under the lee of the sh.o.r.e, where she would not get the full force of the wind.
"Hallo! on board of the Goldwing!" shouted Pearl, as he ran to the water"s edge, yelling as loud as he could.
"On sh.o.r.e!" replied Dory, "what do you want?"
"You are wanted at the hotel," replied Pearl.
Dory discovered by this time who it was that hailed him; and he took no further notice of Pearl, who hastened to the wharf.
CHAPTER VIII.
THE COLCHESTER CLUB CHANGES ITS NAME.
"What in the world are you doing over here, fellows?" asked Dory Dornwood, as the four pa.s.sengers of the Missisquoi tumbled in over the stern of the Goldwing.
"And what under the breezes of Lake Champlain are you doing in this boat?" shouted Thad Glovering, who was the first to get a footing in the standing-room of the Goldwing.
"What boat is it?" asked Nat Long in a bl.u.s.tering manner.
"What are you going to do with her, Dory?" demanded d.i.c.k Short.
"Can"t you take us over to Burlington in her?" queried Corny Minkfield.
"How many questions do you think I can answer at once, fellows?" replied Dory. "I am going over to Burlington as soon as the weather is fit; and you can go with me if you like."
"All right, Dory! Hurrah for Dory Dornwood! You are all right, and so are we: only we are half starved, for we haven"t had any breakfast this morning," said Thad Glovering.
It must be confessed that the party that arrived in the Missisquoi were not very promising-looking boys. They had a wild, harum-scarum appearance and manner, which fully justified the description Captain Vesey had given of them. In a word, they were evidently wild boys; and in this respect they did not differ much from Dory himself.
They are the boat-builders whose exploits and achievements are to be recorded, and they may as well be introduced at this as at any other time. Thad Glovering was an orphan, who lived with his uncle. As this relative had several children of his own, the added one was a burden to him, for he had but small wages. Thad declared that he was willing to work; but up to this time nothing had been found for him to do. The worst that could be said of him was that he was wild.
[Ill.u.s.tration: "THE FOUR Pa.s.sENGERS TUMBLED IN OVER THE STERN OF THE GOLDWING." PAGE 87.]
Nat Long"s father was a deck-hand on a steamer; and, as he was away most of the time, Nat was permitted to have his own way. His mother was dead; and his older sister, who had the care of the family, found herself unable to control him. He was not a confirmed bad boy, and had worked for a year in one place, and done very well. A change in the business had thrown him out of work, and he had been unable to find another situation. Idleness led him into mischief; and, without some kind of control, it was only a question of time when he got into the hands of the law for some crime.
d.i.c.k Short and Corny Minkfield were the sons of widows, both of whom had some property. Their mothers were able to support them without work; but work was the one thing they needed, whether it was with the head or the hands.
These five boys lived near together, and they had been cronies from their earliest school-days. Two of them were usually well dressed; and the others were somewhat ragged, and considerably patched, showing the efforts of their protectors to keep them decent. They had all been to school up to the present time, and now it was vacation; and the next thing to be decided by their friends was what should be done with them.
d.i.c.k and Corny were to go to the high school; but the others must go to work, and earn their own living,--do something for the support of their parents.
Dory had gone to work before the school closed for the summer, and all the boys talked as though they intended to do something. But they did not feel like going to work in vacation time. They had always had great larks on the lake when school did not keep, and they were not disposed to dispense with the good time the present year.
It could not be said that one of these boys was really bad. But they kept all kinds of company; and, in the absence of any strong controlling force, they were in great danger of becoming "hard boys." Sometimes they a.s.sisted about the steamers and other vessels; and, by making themselves useful, they obtained the privilege of sailing on the lake. Their a.s.sociations were not always of the best character. They were all "smart boys;" and wise and steady people who knew them wished they might be put to some useful labor, or be subjected to some salutary control. Mrs.
Short and Mrs. Minkfield had both been warned of the peril of their sons; and both had considered the means of redeeming them from the bad company into which their habits threw them. But they had not done any thing beyond reasoning with the boys, who always promised to mend their ways.
a.s.sisted by his four cronies, Dory Dornwood had built a sort of bateau, a flat-bottomed craft, in which they used to row about the lake near the sh.o.r.e. It was a rude boat; for the young boat-builders had few tools, and very inferior lumber for the construction of the bateau. But it would carry them all, and Dory was the captain of the craft. She was called the Colchester; and the boys formed a club for aquatic sports, to which they gave the name of the boat.
Doubtless the Colchester Club gave a great deal of satisfaction to its members. Unfortunately the Colchester broke adrift in a September squall, and went to pieces on Colchester Reef, as reported by the light-keeper. No other boat could be obtained; but the members all said that as soon as they got to work they should give a portion of their earnings for the purchase of a suitable craft for the a.s.sociation. Up to this time they had not gone to work, and the successor of the Colchester did not appear.
Dory proceeded to answer the questions of his fellow-members of the Colchester Club. The boat in which they found him belonged to him; and this was the most astounding statement he made in the course of the interview. They opened their eyes, and stared at Captain Dory, as they called him, in silent wonder. Then they looked the boat over with renewed interest, and seemed to be unable to believe the statement of their companion.
"The Colchester Club shall have the use of her when I am on board,"
added Dory magnanimously.
"That"s handsome; and we shall have the biggest kind of times," added Thad Glovering. "I"ll tell you what we"ll do, fellows. We will change the name of the club, and call it after this boat. What is her name, Dory?"
"You will find it on the stern, and also on the bowsprit," replied the skipper of the Goldwing. "It isn"t a bad name either."
Two of the members of the club looked over the stern, and two others rushed to the bow. The name was of the utmost consequence, and Dory thought it was better for them to read it for themselves than for him to tell it. Besides, there was a good deal of style in the way the name was put on in the three places.
"Goldwing!" shouted Corny Minkfield, who was the first to read the name on the stern. "And there is a gold wing under it."
"Goldwing!" repeated d.i.c.k Short, as he read the name on the heel of the bowsprit. "And there is a gold wing here too."
"Isn"t that a splendid name for a boat! Goldwing!" exclaimed Nat Long.
"I don"t think you could find any thing better than that if you should study for a month."
"Or any thing better for a club," added Thad Glovering. "The Goldwing Club! How do you think that sounds, fellows?"
"I don"t believe any thing could sound any better," added d.i.c.k Short.
"But we haven"t looked the boat over yet."
All hands proceeded to attend to this duty at once. The Colchester had been a rough, flat-bottomed craft, with neither shape nor comeliness about her. Whatever first-cla.s.s sailboats the members of the club had seen had been only at a distance; and consequently their ideal of beauty, symmetry, comfort, and convenience in a boat was not very high.
The Goldwing was perfection itself to them, though it might not have been to more experienced observers. They were ecstatic in their praises of the Goldwing, and did not believe there was a finer sailboat on the lake than she was.
"You don"t mean to say that you own this craft, Dory Dornwood!" said Thad when the party had exhausted their vocabulary of fine words applicable to a beautiful sailboat.
"I have said it once, and I will say it again if it will do any good,"
replied Dory. "The Goldwing is mine, and she don"t belong to anybody else. You can go the last cent you"ve got on that."