"What did he say?"
"Nothing."
"Didn"t he look surprised?"
"Not much. He only asked me the reason, and I said I would tell him to-morrow. He didn"t say any more about it. Got off nicely, didn"t I?"
"First-rate," replied Charles coldly.
"What are you talking about?" asked Tony, to whom, of course, this conversation was unintelligible.
"Tell you some other time, Tony," replied Charles. "Now, what shall we do to-day?"
"I don"t know. Here comes Uncle Ben; perhaps he can give us an idea."
Uncle Ben was an old seaman, who had sailed a great many years in the employ of Captain Sedley. He was a rough, blunt old fellow, but so honest, warm-hearted, and devoted to his employer, that when the latter retired from the duties of his profession, he had given him a home on his estate. Uncle Ben was a good sailor, but he had never risen above the place of second mate. Without much ambition to distinguish himself, or to make money, he was perfectly content to live with Captain Sedley, even in a humble capacity.
Frank was an especial favorite of Uncle Ben; and as the old sailor"s habits were good, and as his ideas of morality and religion rendered him a safe companion for his son, Captain Sedley permitted and encouraged their intimacy. During the long winter evenings, he listened with the most intense interest and delight to Uncle Ben"s descriptions of sea life and of the various countries he had visited.
With the neighbors, and especially the boys in the vicinity, the old sailor was respected, and treated with a great deal of consideration.
He was an old man, but he had always maintained an unblemished character. He was full of kindness and sympathy, always manifesting the liveliest regard for the welfare of his friends; and on this account people had got into the way of calling him by the familiar _sobriquet_ of Uncle Ben. It is true he was sometimes rude and rough, but his kind heart atoned for the blemishes in his deportment.
Though Captain Sedley considered Uncle Ben a necessary appendage to his estate, he did not impose upon him the performance of any very arduous duties. He kept a pleasure-boat on the lake, and the old sailor had the entire charge of that. Occasionally he worked a little in the garden, groomed the horses, and did the "ch.o.r.es" about the house; but to use his own expression, he was "laid up in ordinary."
"Here comes Uncle Ben," said Frank.
"I have been lookin" for you, boys. What are you up to here?"
"Nothing, Uncle Ben."
"What do you stand there for, then? Arn"t this the Fourth of July?"
"It is, Uncle Ben; and we were thinking what we should do with ourselves. Can"t you tell us?"
"That I can, boys; I am goin" across the lake in the boat, and Cap"n Sedley told me I might take you over with me if you"d like to go."
"Hurrah!" cried Charles Hardy, throwing up his cap with delight.
"That we would, Uncle Ben; and right glad we are of the chance to go,"
replied Frank.
"Tumble up to the boat-house, then," replied Uncle Ben, as he hobbled after the boys, who, delighted with the prospect of a sail on the lake, bounded off like so many antelopes.
The boat was cast off from her moorings in the boat-house, and the boys jumped in.
"You will let me steer, won"t you, Uncle Ben?" said Frank.
"Sartin, if you want to. Take the helm."
The old sailor hoisted the sails, and the boat stood out towards the middle of the lake.
"Steady, there," said Uncle Ben; "keep the sails full."
Frank found it was not so easy a matter to steer a sailboat as he had supposed; for one moment he stopped the boat by "throwing her up into the wind," and the next ran her almost on sh.o.r.e by "keeping away."
"Keep her away!" cried Uncle Ben. "That will do; steady as she is. No, no; you are six p"ints off the course now. Luff a little! Hard a port!"
"I don"t know what you mean, Uncle Ben; I think you had better steer yourself," said Frank, resigning the helm.
"I think I had."
Under the old sailor"s skilful management, the boat soon reached Centre Isle, where they decided to land.
"Now, boys, if you want to celebrate a little, here"s half a dozen bunches of crackers," said Uncle Ben, as he took a little package from the locker in the stern of the boat.
"Bravo, Uncle Ben! We will have a nice time."
"Now, if you are of a mind to stay here and have a good time, while I sail over to the other sh.o.r.e to see a sick man, I will give you a good sail when I return."
"Hurrah! we will, Uncle Ben. Have you got any matches?"
"There are matches and a slowmatch in the bundle," replied Uncle Ben, as he pushed off. "Now blaze away, and don"t burn your fingers."
"Now for it!" exclaimed Charles, as he lighted the slowmatch. "Here goes the first shot. Hurrah!"
The boys were in high glee. The crackers snapped admirably, and the little forest of Centre Isle reverberated with the reports of their mimic guns. Various expedients were devised to vary the entertainment.
Crackers were fired in the water, in the stumps, thrown in the air, or half buried in the wet sand of the beach.
"By gracious! the Bunkers are coming!" exclaimed Tony Weston, as he discerned the raft, navigated by half a dozen boys, approaching the island.
"Let them come," said Charles.
"I had rather they would not come," added Frank.
"What harm will they do?"
"They are quarrelsome and disagreeable."
"Well, they won"t be here this half-hour yet; that is one consolation; and we can have a good time till they do get here," returned Charles, as he lighted a whole bunch of the crackers.
"Go it!" cried Tony. "Hurrah! Fourth of July comes but once a year."
"Don"t fire them all at once, Charley," interposed Frank.
"That is all the fun of it."
"But the fun won"t last long at that rate."
"We must fire them all before the Bunkers get here, or they will take them away from us."