"Frank," said he in a gentle, insinuating tone.
"Way enough!" cried the c.o.xswain promptly. "Stern all!"
"Forgive me, Frank," said the rebellious oarsman.
"You are rather late, Charley; but better late than never. We are almost into the boat-house."
"I won"t give you any more trouble, I solemnly promise it, if you won"t say anything about it this time."
"According to the const.i.tution your conduct must be reported."
"Let him slide this time," interposed Fred Harper.
"I freely forgive the offence, so far as I am concerned."
"Your father won"t say anything."
"He must know it," insisted Frank firmly.
"What is the matter, boys?" called Captain Sedley from the sh.o.r.e.
"Now we are in for it!" added Fred.
Charles Hardy hung his head with shame. Gladly would he have recalled his hasty words of anger, but it was too late. They had been spoken, and he must abide the consequences.
"Give way!" said Frank sadly, for he would fain have avoided the explanation which his father demanded.
The oarsmen pulled, and the boat was run into the house.
"Keep your places," said Frank, as he leaped out of the boat, and hastened to meet his father.
Captain Sedley was much astonished when he heard the story of Charles"s sulkiness, and insisted that he should come ash.o.r.e; but Frank pleaded for him, and the Director finally consented, as it was the first offence under the new const.i.tution, to pardon it.
Frank, delighted with his success, returned to the boat. Giving the necessary orders, the Zephyr shot out from her berth; and he steered, as before, towards Rippleton. Charles was deeply mortified when he reflected upon his quarrelsome behavior, and mentally resolved never to be guilty of such conduct again. But he was anxious to know what disposition Captain Sedley had made of his case, and whether he should be held to answer for his disobedience when they went ash.o.r.e. He did not like to say anything about it, though, at first; but after more reflection, his better nature overcame his pride.
"Frank," said he with a smile.
"Well, Charley."
"I am sorry for what I did."
"I knew you were; and for that reason I begged my father to excuse it, and have nothing more said about it."
"You are too generous, Frank; I don"t deserve it of you."
"It was an offence against the club more than against me," replied Frank. "I am glad you think better of it."
"I never will do it again."
"I hope not, Charley. You know the const.i.tution provides for a new c.o.xswain every two weeks; when you are chosen, I shall obey your orders."
"I don"t deserve to be c.o.xswain."
"Well, never mind it. It is all right now."
Good feeling was again restored, and the boys once more began to enjoy themselves. The Zephyr worked admirably, and Frank deported himself with so much dignity and firmness that the boys rendered the most unqualified obedience to all his orders. But he was not tyrannical nor overbearing. When there was a difference of opinion, he was always ready to yield his own inclination to the wishes of the majority.
The boat pa.s.sed round the lower end of the lake, and was approaching its upper extremity.
"What"s that?" exclaimed Frank, rising from his seat, as he discovered a boat lying near the sh.o.r.e full of boys.
"Way enough!" said he.
"It is the Bunkers!" exclaimed Tony. "I see Tim in the stern."
"It is Joe Braman"s boat," added Fred Harper. "Here they come."
"Twig the flags!" cried Charles Hardy.
"In imitation of the Zephyr," said Frank, laughing heartily.
The boat approached near enough for them to examine her. It was, as Fred had declared, Joe Braman"s boat; but she had been very much altered. Apparently she had been sawed in two and lengthened out. She had been painted bright yellow, with a red streak round her; and on the bows, after the manner of the Zephyr, was inscribed, in black letters, the name "Thunderbolt," which was in accordance with Tim Bunker"s taste. She was pulled by eight oars, and the redoubtable leader of the gang sat in the stern-sheets as c.o.xswain. Forward floated a blue cotton rag, with the letter "T" daubed upon it in white paint, and surrounded by half a dozen ill-shaped stars. At the stern was a ragged piece of bunting, which had once been the flag of the Republic, but which had been curtailed of nine of its stripes and a part of its stars.
The Bunkers evidently had not practised rowing much; for their stroke was irregular, and they splashed the water about like so many porpoises. Occasionally one of them got hit in the back by his neighbor"s oar, which produced a great deal of swearing and wrangling among them. They made but slow progress through the water, and the Zephyrs could scarcely refrain from laughing at the singular spectacle.
CHAPTER XIV
THE COLLISION
Joe Braman, the alleged proprietor of the Thunderbolt, was an idle, dissolute fellow, who employed his time in gunning, fishing, and loitering about the dramshops of Rippleton. He lived on the north sh.o.r.e. How he obtained his living, it would have been difficult to determine.
Tim Bunker was an especial favorite with Braman, and people said it was because there was a natural sympathy between them. Joe"s boat was a long, flat-bottomed affair, not very graceful in its form or construction. With the exception of Captain Sedley"s sailboat and the club boat, it was, perhaps, the only boat on the lake; and small parties occasionally engaged Joe to take them out fishing in it.
The history of its present appearance was sufficiently plain to the Zephyrs. It had been lengthened out, a sharp, false bow attached to it, painted, and such other improvements made as would fit it for the purposes of a club boat.
"Isn"t she one of the boats?" laughed Charles.
"Silence, forward!" said Frank, shaking his head as a gesture of warning to the boys not to provoke any ill nature.
"Who yer lookin" at?" cried Tim Bunker, as the Thunderbolt came near the Zephyr.
"Good-morning, Tim," said Frank pleasantly.
"Why don"t yer pull, yer lubbers?" shouted Tim.