CHAPTER XIX.
IN WHICH ERNEST AND HIS FRIENDS ARE DISGUSTED WITH MR. PARASYTE'SINGRATITUDE.
It was very imprudent in Mr. Parasyte to stand up in a boat, whilebeing dragged through the water at such a rapid rate as the Splash wasgoing. I tried my best, before the accident, to detach the painter ofhis boat; but Pearl had passed the rope through the ring, hauled itback, and made it fast on the stem of his own craft. It was myintention to cut it as soon as I came about, and I had taken out myknife for the purpose.
When the Splash tacked, the row-boat ran up to her stern, slacking thepainter. As this was a favorable moment for Mr. Parasyte, who wasdetermined to "board" us, he was on the point of stepping forward. Assoon as the sails of our craft caught the breeze, she darted offagain, straightening the painter, and giving the principal's boatsuch a fierce jerk, that it not only upset Mr. Parasyte, but heeledhis boat over so that she half filled with water.
"Help! Help!" shouted Mr. Parasyte, in tones which convinced us thathe fully appreciated the perils of his position.
"Let go your painter, Dick Pearl!" I shouted.
"I can't; we are half full of water," replied he.
It was useless to argue the point, and with the knife I had open in myhand, I severed the half-inch rope, and permitted the row-boat to goadrift. There was a heavy sea for an inland lake, and the row-boatmade very bad weather of it, in her water-logged condition.
"Don't leave us, Thornton," said Dick, with what self-command he had,while Bill Poodles, who was with him, actually blubbered with terror.
"Sit down and bale out your boat!" I called to them, as I put theSplash about to save Mr. Parasyte. "Keep cool and you are all right.Bale out your boat!"
"We have no dipper."
When my boat had come about, I ran her close to them, and tossed asmall bucket to Pearl, with which he went to work to free his boatfrom water. The circumstances were by no means desperate, though Pearlwas the only fellow among them who appeared to have anyself-possession.
"Help! Help!" shouted Mr. Parasyte, more feebly than before.
"Go forward, Bob, with the boat-hook; and stand by, Tom, to help him.Let him get hold of the boat-hook."
I swept round in the Splash, till I threw her up into the wind withMr. Parasyte under the bow. Bob Hale extended the boat-hook to him,which he promptly grasped, and with some difficulty we hauled him onboard. It was a warm day in June, and I did not think him any theworse for the bath he had taken; but I was perfectly satisfied that hewould have been drowned if we had left him to be rescued by Pearl andhis party. We felt that we had done a good thing--that we had renderedgood for evil.
For my own part, judging by what I should have felt in his situation,I expected some conciliatory proposition from him; and we waited,with no little interest and anxiety, till he had wiped his face andneck, and adjusted his damp linen as well as he could. He had thesatisfaction of knowing that I, the rebel, who had resisted him, andwhom he regarded as the author of all the mischief, had saved hislife; and I am sure that it was a greater satisfaction to me than itwas to him. I ran the Splash up towards the deserters, who were stillemployed in baling out their boat.
Mr. Parasyte spoke at last. Though I knew he was a tyrant, though Iknew there was nothing that could be called noble in his nature, I didnot expect what followed. I supposed there was some impressible spotin his heart which might have been reached through the act we had justdone.
"So you meant to drown me--did you?" were the first words he said, andin a tone so uncompromising that we saw at once there was nothing tohope.
I looked at Bob Hale, and Bob looked at me. Our surprise was mutual;and as there was nothing that could be said, we said nothing.
"You meant to drown me--did you?" repeated Mr. Parasyte, with moreemphasis than before.
Bob and I looked at each other again. Grave as was the charge heindirectly preferred against us, there was something so ludicrous inthe making of it by one whom we had just pulled out of the water, thatI could not help smiling. Mr. Parasyte saw that smile, and as healways put the worst construction upon what was done by those not infavor, he misinterpreted it, and tortured it into a sneer.
"I say you meant to drown me; and you sneer at me."
"We did not mean to drown you, sir," replied Tom Rush, respectfully.
"Yes, you did! And now you are laughing at your wicked deed," hereplied, looking fiercely at me.
"I was laughing, Mr. Parasyte, to think that one whom we have justpulled out of the water should accuse us of attempting to drown him,"I replied.
"That's what you meant to do; but you didn't dare to do it. You wereafraid of the consequences."
"You are mistaken, sir; we had no such intentions," added Bob Hale,with due deference.
"Didn't you, or didn't Thornton, throw me over into the lake?"demanded he, as if surprised that we should attempt to deny thecharge.
"No, sir; I did not," I answered.
"Didn't you turn your boat, and jerk the painter so as to throw meinto the water?"
"I certainly changed the course of my boat, and that jerked the rope;but I did not intend to throw you into the water."
"Yes, you did! It is worse than folly for you to deny it!" replied he,angrily.
"If you had not been very careless, you could not have been thrownout!" I added.
"Don't tell me I was careless!"
"People acquainted with boats don't often stand up in them in such asea as this, when they are towed."
"Let me hear no more of your impudence."
Discretion lay in silence, and we said no more. I ran the Splash upalongside the boat, from which Pearl and his companions had by thistime dipped out all the water.
"Here is your boat, Mr. Parasyte," said Bob Hale. "Will you get intoher, sir?"
"No, I will not," he replied.
"May I ask what you intend to do, sir?" I demanded, out of patiencewith him, in his unreasoning malice.
"You will take me to the shore."
"I will not," I replied, bluntly.
"You won't!"
"No, sir."
"We'll see," said he, rising to his feet.
"Better sit down, sir, or you will be overboard again," interposedBob, as I drew the heavy tiller from its socket, intending to defendmyself from assault.
The Splash lay with her sails shaking, and her position was a veryuneasy one. Mr. Parasyte concluded to sit down, simply because hecould not stand up, and I restored the tiller to the rudder.
"If you don't choose to get into that boat, Mr. Parasyte, I will landyou at Cleaver Island," I added, as I filled away again, and headedthe Splash towards the point indicated.
"Thornton, I want you to understand, that for all you have done youshall be brought to a strict account," said the principal, sternly,but vexed that he had failed to have his own way.
"I am ready to face the music, sir."
"No slang to me!"
"Will you land on Cleaver Island, or will you get into that boat?"
"I will get into the boat, but only that I may the sooner bring you tojustice," said he, desperately.
I came about again, and ran alongside of Pearl's boat. Mr. Parasyte,still dripping from his bath, embarked with his toadies.
"The end is not yet," said he, shaking his head, as the Splash filledaway once more. "You will soon hear from me again."
We made no reply; and I was profoundly grateful that his life had beensaved. My high hopes that what we had done for him might enable him toyield with better grace, and thus end the "breaking away," were dashedto the ground. With the wind on the beam, we ran by Cannondale, andstood down the lake near the shore, in search of the flat-boat,though it would be impossible for us to work her over to the islandwith the wind from the north-west.
"It is no use of talking any more," said Bob Hale, after a silence ofseveral minutes. "I can never go back to the Parkville Institute whileMr. Parasyte is the principal of it. He is too mean a man for me tosit under."
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My sentiments exactly," replied Tom Rush.
"I suppose I shall not go back, whoever is principal," I added.
"Why not?"
"I must take care of myself after this; and I can't afford to go toschool."
"Perhaps your uncle will think better about it," suggested Tom.
"He may, but I don't believe he will."
"There's the flat-boat!" exclaimed one of our party forward.
"I see her; when the wind hauls round to the southward or eastward, wewill come over, and work her back to the island," I replied. "Shelooks comfortable where she is, and we will return to our party."
In a short time the Splash reached the cove, where we found all ourcompany assembled to learn the news, for they had observed ourmovements on the water. Vallington was much surprised when he learnedthat Mr. Parasyte was the person who had fallen overboard, and beenrescued by the Splash. We told him what our persecutor intended to dowith the steamer, and a council was immediately called to decide uponour proper course.
"What shall we do?" asked our general. "That's the question."
"I don't see that we can do anything," answered Bob Hale.
"Perhaps it will be best for us to keep still, and let things taketheir course," added Vallington.
"But Mr. Parasyte will carry off our tents and provisions," Iinterposed. "Can't we conceal our hams and other eatables."
"There comes the steamer!" shouted one of the boys.
"There isn't time now to do anything," continued Vallington. "I willdo the best I can for you, fellows."
Some proposed one thing, and some another; but it was plain that, inthe multitude of advisers, nothing could be adopted which promised tohelp our prospects; and it was finally voted to leave the course ofaction entirely to our general, who had thus far proved himself worthyof confidence. He was to be guided entirely by circumstances; and heassured us he would be prompt to take advantage of any favorableevent.
"Now, fellows, I want you all to keep together," said Vallington."Don't one of you wander away from the rest. Leave all the talking tome--don't say a word to any one who comes in the steamer."
Our whole company promised to obey these instructions to the letter,and to be in readiness for any movement which might be ordered. Thesteamer ran up to the rude pier, and made fast her bow-line to atree.