CHAPTER XV
CENTRE ISLAND
Frank Sedley was very much disturbed by the events of the forenoon. Hisconscience assured him, however, that he had done nothing wrong. He hadnot tried to provoke a quarrel with the Bunkers, and the unpleasantoccurrences of the past hour were wholly owing to their misfortune ingetting aground. He would not have been justified, he felt, in leavingTony at the mercy of his relentless foes.
Fred Harper had done wrong in replying to the taunt of Tim, and thiswould make a case for the decision of their Director.
"We must keep away from them hereafter," said he, as the Zephyr cameabout, and the crew gave way again.
"That will be the best way," added Tony.
"So I think," said Charles; "we shall be all the time getting intoscrapes if we go near them."
"We can go near them without meddling," interposed Fred Harper.
"But, Fred, you remember what made all the fuss."
"It was my fault, I know."
"I don't want to be hard with you while I am coxswain; but if anymember says or does anything while we are on the lake to get us into ascrape, I shall consider it my duty to land him immediately at theboat-house. What do you say to that?"
No boy spoke for a moment; but at last Tony said,--
"That would be perfectly fair."
"I want to have it understood," continued Frank. "My father will notlet us come out alone again if we are likely to have such a time asthis has been."
"Why need you tell him anything about it, Frank?" asked Charles.
"Because it is right that he should know it. Suppose we should concealit, and then he should find it out?"
"That would only make a bad matter worse," replied Tony.
"For one, I am satisfied to have any fellow that tries to get us into ascrape put ashore," said Fred Harper.
"So am I," added Tony.
All the rest of the club expressed themselves willing to comply withthis arrangement.
"Now, be careful, all of you," continued Frank, "and we shall have nomore trouble."
"But while the Bunkers are on the lake, we can't help meeting them,"said Sam Harper.
"We need not say anything to them."
"But that would not be civil."
"We can answer them kindly if they say anything to us," replied PhilBarker.
"They won't forget the smash-up," suggested Mark Leman.
"We can easily keep out of their way," added Fred.
"Where are you going now, Frank?" asked Charles Hardy.
"Isn't it almost twelve?" inquired the coxswain.
"Half-past eleven," returned Fred Harper, who carried a watch. "Yousaid you had a plan, Frank."
"I was thinking of asking Mrs. Weston and Mary to take a sail with us."
"Good!" replied half a dozen voices.
"We will take them over to the island."
The proposition was agreed to, and Frank steered the boat into thelittle cove near the widow Weston's cottage.
"Tony and Charles shall be a committee to go and invite them," saidFrank, as the bow of the Zephyr touched the land.
The two jumped ashore to discharge the duty assigned them.
"Where's the Thunderbolt?" asked Fred, rising from his seat.
"There she goes over to the north shore."
"Putting in to repair damages."
"Where do you suppose Tim got the money to buy that boat with?" askedFred, looking seriously at Frank.
"I don't know," replied the latter; but a gleam of intelligencepenetrated his mind. "I hadn't thought of it before."
"I don't know either, but I can guess," said Fred.
"You might guess wrong."
"Fifteen dollars is a great deal of money for a boy like him to have.His father works in one of the mills at Rippleton."
"Here comes Tony with his sister!"
"Where is your mother, Tony?"
"She couldn't go, but she said Mary might."
"Stop a moment, Tony, and we will bring the stern round by that rock,"said Frank. "Stern all! Give way! Way enough! That will do; now pull onthe larboard and back the starboard oars. Give way!"
The stern of the Zephyr came up to the rock, and the gallant coxswainassisted Mary to a seat by his side. Tony and Charles resumed theirplaces at the oars.
"How pretty your boat is!" exclaimed Mary, delighted with theappearance of the Zephyr.
"Very pretty indeed. Give way!"
"But won't it tip over?" cried Mary, as the boat darted out of thecove.
"Oh, no; there is not the least danger."
"And you guide it with those strings?" asked the wondering girl.
"Yes; they are fastened to that crosspiece, you see; and when I pullthem, it moves the rudder."
"What is the rudder, Frank?"
"You can see only the upper end of it; but it is a flat piece of wood,which acts upon the water, and turns the boat," replied the obligingcoxswain, illustrating his explanation by means of his hands.
"Oh, my! how swift it goes!"
"Not very fast now."
"Why, it goes like a racehorse."
The boys smiled at Mary's enthusiasm.
"Let her drive a little, Frank," suggested Fred Harper.
Frank commenced swaying his body back and forth, increasing in rapiditytill the boys put forth their utmost exertion. Mary held on to thegunwale of the boat, as her speed augmented, and she seemed almost tofly through the water.
"Isn't it beautiful!" exclaimed Mary.
Frank was so intent upon the movements of the excited crew that hescarcely noticed they had nearly reached the north shore.
"Way enough!" said he.
"I should think they would be very tired," added Mary.
"Perhaps they are; we came over very quick; the distance is more than amile."
"Twig the Bunkers!" said Charles.
The Zephyr was within a short distance of the landing in front of JoeBraman's house. The Thunderbolt had just put in there, and as theyapproached Joe and Tim were examining the nature of the damages theboat had sustained.
"What does he say, Tony?" asked Fred.
"He says he can easily fix it."
"Give way!" said Frank, giving the rowers slow time.
Steering the boat round by Joe Braman's landing, they saw Joe go intothe house, and return with a hammer and some nails, with which heproceeded to nail a piece of board over the fracture in the side of theThunderbolt.
"I can't fix it any better to-day; I'm going to Boston in thetwo-o'clock train."
"Will that hold?" asked Tim.
"Yes; she won't leak. Now just row me over to Rippleton."
"There is the villains of long faces," said Tim, pointing at theZephyr. "Jump in, fellers, and just throw some of them stones into theboat. We'll give it to 'em yet."
"Joe's going to Boston," said Fred.
"So he says."
The Bunkers threw the stones into their boat, and then got inthemselves. In imitation of the discipline of the Zephyr, the oars werefirst placed in a perpendicular position, and then dropped into thewater.
"Pull," said Tim, steering directly towards the Zephyr.
"Most twelve," suggested Fred Harper, with a significant glance atFrank.
"Give way!" replied the latter, smiling.
"Want to race?" shouted Tim.
"With the greatest pleasure."
"Come alongside, then, and we will take a fair start."
"No, you don't!" said Frank in a low tone, apprehending an attack fromhis quarrelsome rival. "I will give you twenty rods the start,"continued he aloud.
"You darssent come," sneered Tim.
Joe Braman was seen to speak to Tim, and instantly the Thunderbolt washeaded towards the Zephyr.
"Pull with all your might!" cried Tim Bunker.
"Drive 'em into that 'ere cove, and then you can fix 'em," said Joe.
But Frank gave the cove a "wide berth." A very little exertion on thepart of the club was sufficient to keep t
hem out of the reach of theBunkers, and they continued their course leisurely towards CentreIsland.
Joe Braman saw that the chase was hopeless; and at his suggestion theThunderbolt abandoned the pursuit, and steered towards Rippleton.
"Those are dreadful bad boys," said Mary Weston, when, to her intenserelief, she saw them give up the chase.
"That they are; but our boat is so much swifter than theirs that we caneasily keep out of their way."
"Do you suppose they really meant to stone you?"
"I have no doubt of it."
"Nearly twelve," said Fred Harper, looking at his watch.
"Give way, my lads; we will be there in time."
The clock on the distant church was striking twelve when they touchedat the island. The Zephyr was turned round and backed in shore, so thatMary could land conveniently.
"How do you do, Mary? I am glad to see you," said Captain Sedley, as hehelped her on shore. "And, Frank, your mother is coming over. The windwas so light, we could not sail. Will you row her over?"
"Oh, yes, father."
"I suppose you are more ready and willing than the boys who pull theboat."
"We are all ready and willing," shouted the boys.
"Hurrah! so we are," added Charles Hardy.
"She is waiting in the boat-house."
The Zephyr pushed off again, and in a very few minutes returned withMrs. Sedley as passenger. Frank was delighted to show his mother howskilful the club had become, and she was much pleased with herexcursion.
Uncle Ben secured the boat to a tree, and the boys all landed.Everything was ready for their reception. The table, which was coveredwith every description of "nice things," was laid under the shade of atall oak in the miniature forest.
Captain Sedley sat at one end, and Uncle Ben at the other. Mrs. Sedleyand Mary were on the right. The Director prefaced the entertainmentwith a few remarks, and then invited them to do justice to the feastthat was set before them.
"All ready!" exclaimed Captain Sedley with a loud voice.
The boys all wondered what made him speak so very loud; and Frankperceived a mysterious smile on the lips of his mother, and he wasquite sure it meant something.
Suddenly, and to the intense surprise of all the boys, a band, whichhad been stationed in the grove near them, struck up "Hail Columbia."
"Hurrah!" cried Charles Hardy in a burst of enthusiastic delight.
The music was an unexpected treat; and as the Rippleton Brass Bandpoured forth its most inspiring strains, there were no bounds to thedelight of the boys. But the music did not prevent their doing amplejustice to the viands set before them.
After the collation was finished, Frank told his father all thecircumstances of their morning excursion. Captain Sedley did not blameFred very much for the taunt he had used, considering the provocation.He was satisfied that the boat club organization would correct suchindiscretions in due time. He decided, however, that Fred should submitto some penalty, to be affixed at another time, and that Frank wasright in not leaving Tony at the mercy of the Bunkers.
Frank continued his story, and incidentally remarked that the Bunkershad just rowed Joe Braman to Rippleton, where he intended to take thecars for Boston.
Captain Sedley mused a moment.
"The cars start at two o'clock," said he, consulting his watch. "Boys,I must go to Boston, and you must row me down to the village as quicklyas you can."
"Zephyrs, ahoy!" shouted Frank.
The club were in their seats in a moment, and the Zephyr darted awaytowards Rippleton.