"Ay, ay; Tony, hoist yours;" and at the same time Frank raised the American flag at the stern.
"Ready; now for the oars. Up oars!"
"Let fall!"
"Give way together!"
Frank felt like a prince as the Zephyr darted away.
"Where are you going, Frank?" asked Charles.
"I don"t know; anywhere that the club wish to go."
"Up to Squaw Rock," suggested one.
"Down to Rippleton," said another.
"Over to the sawmill," added a third.
"Way enough!" cried Frank. "Lay on your oars, and we will decide it."
"What do you say to circ.u.mnavigating the lake?" said Fred Harper.
"So I say," cried several.
"Those in favor of going round the lake say "Ay.""
"Ay," shouted a large majority.
"Round it is," said Frank. "Give way!"
Taking a course in the direction of Rippleton village, Frank kept the boat as near the sh.o.r.e as her safety would permit. The boys rowed with remarkable precision, but with a very slow and measured stroke, so as to reserve their strength for the long pull before them.
"I wonder where the Bunkers are," said Charles.
"They haven"t been seen on their raft for several days."
"I suppose they got sick of it when they saw the Zephyr," suggested Fred Harper.
"Very likely; their old raft didn"t look much like our craft when we went round them the other day," added Mark Leman.
Charles laughed at the contrast.
"What do you say to landing at Rippleton?" suggested he, as they approached the outlet of the lake.
"What for?" asked Frank.
"They haven"t seen our new uniform down here," replied Charles.
"I think we had better not," said the c.o.xswain.
"Why not, Frank? Let us march through the streets, and get up a sensation."
"I would rather not. Some accident might happen to the boat while we are gone."
"Oh, nonsense!"
"Suppose the Bunkers should happen to see it?" suggested Frank.
"They wouldn"t dare to touch it," replied Charles.
"I am afraid they would."
"If I were c.o.xswain, I would let you land," said Charles sulkily.
"That isn"t fair," said Tony.
"Humph!" sneered Charles.
"Don"t get cross, Charley," interposed Frank.
"Who"s cross?" said Charles, throwing down his oar.
"Mutiny!" laughed Fred Harper.
"Well, I ain"t a-going to be snubbed round in that way."
"Charley, I haven"t said a word that you need take offence at," said Frank in a conciliatory tone.
"That he hasn"t," interposed several.
"Yes, you have; and you needn"t think you are going to tyrannize over me in that way," persisted Hardy.
"Pull steady," said Frank calmly, as he put the helm hard up.
The boat came round in a graceful circle; and to the surprise of all, the c.o.xswain headed her directly for the boat-house.
"I thought you were going round the lake," said Sam Harper.
"Not now," replied Frank quietly.
The boys pulled in silence for several minutes, and Charles Hardy leaned over the gunwale and moodily watched the ripples on the side of the boat. He was conscious that he was introducing dissension into the club; but it seemed to him that Frank was ill-natured in not gratifying him when he proposed to land at Rippleton.
The Zephyr was rapidly approaching the boat-house, and Frank was sweeping her round so as to run her into the slip. The consequences of his behavior occurred to him. The provisions of article six of the const.i.tution, and the penalty, came to his mind with appalling force.
His conduct would be immediately reported to the Director, and probably he would be suspended, or expelled from the club. He could not bear to think of such a thing.
The boat in a minute more would shoot into the boat-house, and it would be too late to apologize. He could not endure the idea of "giving up,"
and owning that he was in the wrong, but to be suspended or expelled was a more bitter reflection.