"And I!"
And so they all said.
Frank was more and more embarra.s.sed as the circ.u.mstances multiplied the difficulties around him. He was charged with the direction of the whole club, and the responsibility of his position rested heavily upon his mind. He had been taught at the fireside of his pious home to avoid a quarrel at almost any sacrifice; and he was painfully conscious that the indiscreet words of Fred Harper had provoked the anger of the Bunkers. Poor fellow! What could he do? He was not willing to order them to fight, even in self-defence; and he knew that their foes would whip them severely if they did not. The Thunderbolt was within a few rods of them, and five minutes more would decide the question.
"We are in a bad fix!" said Charles nervously. "What are you going to do, Frank?"
"Tony, take your boat-hook, and see how deep the water is on the mud-bank."
"Only about a foot," replied Tony, as he obeyed the order.
"Is the mud deep?"
"Not very," replied Tony, pushing the boat-hook down.
"I want two volunteers," said Frank hurriedly.
"I!" cried Tony.
"I!" repeated half a dozen others.
"Tony and Fred, roll up your trousers, and jump into the water. You can easily push her off."
"Agreed!" cried the two volunteers, as they hastened to execute the order.
"Six of you take your oars; back her as they push; the other four stay in the stern-sheets to settle her down aft."
"Ay, ay!" exclaimed the boys.
"Now for it! Stern all! Give way!"
The effect was instantly perceived; the boat was moved back about a foot.
"Once more, all together!" said Frank.
Another effort backed her about two feet more, and the case began to look hopeful.
"Again, quick! they are upon us! Leap in, Tony and Fred, when she is free."
"Heave again!" said Tony.
Their exertions were now crowned with entire success, and the Zephyr darted back into deep water; but an unfortunate occurrence rendered all their labor futile. As the boat slid off the mud-bank, Tony and Fred, in their attempt to spring on board, embarra.s.sed each other"s movements, so that the former lost his hold, and remained standing in the mud and water.
At this instant the Thunderbolt reached the spot; and Tim steered directly for poor Tony, whose situation he discovered the moment the Zephyr was free.
"Hit him!" screamed Tim. "Pound him with yer oars! Drownd him!"
Frank"s blood seemed to freeze in his veins, as he perceived the imminent peril of his friend. He knew the Bunkers would not spare him, and that his life was even in danger.
Fortunately the Thunderbolt grounded, or Tony would inevitably have been borne under her bottom. Tim seized an oar, and with the ferocity of a madman sprang forward to execute his vengeance on the helpless boy.
"Let him alone!" shouted Frank with frantic earnestness. "Up oars! Let fall! Give way!"
Frank was fully roused, and his orders were delivered with rapidity and energy. Seizing the tiller-ropes, he steered the boat as she gathered headway, so that her sharp bow struck the Thunderbolt on her broadside, staving in her gunwale, and upsetting her.
The Bunkers thought this was rather sharp practice, as they floundered about in the water. They had not given Frank Sedley credit for half so much determination. They had never seen anything in him that indicated "grit" before. He was a peaceable boy, always avoiding a quarrel; but when the very life of his friend was in peril, he was found to be as bold and courageous as the best of them.
The bow of the Zephyr was swung round so that Tony could get in.
Washing off the mud from his legs, he adjusted his trousers.
In the meantime the Bunkers had righted their boat, and resumed their places. The bath they had had quite cooled their belligerent heat; though, if it had not, Frank had taken the precaution to back the Zephyr out of their reach.
"You"ll catch it for this!" exclaimed Tim Bunker, as his crew were bailing out the Thunderbolt with their hats.
"I am sorry for what has happened, Tim," replied Frank, "but I could not help it."
"Couldn"t help it, yer----" I will not soil the pages of my book by writing the expression that Tim made use of. "Yes, yer could help it.
What d"yer run inter me for?"
"You threatened to drown Tony, and if your boat had not got aground you would have run him down."
"That I would, long face! If ever I catch either of yer, I will lick yer within an inch of yer life--mind that!"
"I am sorry for it, Tim."
"Yer lie, yer ain"t!"
"It was all my fault, Tim," interposed Fred; "and I will pay for the damage done your boat."
"I guess yer better."
"How much will you take, and call it square?"
"Dollar and a half," growled Tim, glancing at the fractured gunwale.
Fred had not so much money with him, but the sum was immediately raised in the club.
"Now, Tim, we will forgive and forget; what do you say?" asked Fred.
"I don"t want nothin" on yer; give me the money, and I don"t care what yer do."
Frank ordered the crew to pull up to the Thunderbolt, and Fred handed Tim the money.
"I"ll pay yer for this; see "f I don"t," said the unforgiving Bunker as the Zephyr backed away.
CHAPTER XV