All aboard, or, Life on the lake

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Fl\/& or Life on the The man and woman were struggling in the water. In an instant Tony dived overboard and brou1rht them alonir side the boat, and with the help of his companions. landed them safely into it.

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BRAVE OLD A Different Complete Story Every Week By S..O#rl;ho ta.so pw y ear. Entered accordin1r to Act of Congress in the year IQ04, in tllll Ojj'ice of tile Librarian of C4ngreu, IVasllington, D. C. STREET a: SldlTH, il,38 William St., N, Y. No. 62. NEW YORK, February 27, 1904. Price Five: Cents. LL ABO Ill R OR, LIFE 0 THE LAKE. By OLIVER OPTIC. CHAPTER I. INTRODUCTION. It can hardly be supposed that all the boys who take up this book have read the "Boat Club"; therefore it becomes necessary, before the old friends of the club are per mitted to reunite with them, to introduce whatever new friends may be waiting to join them in the sports of the second season at Wood Lake. Frank Sedley is the only son of Capt. Sedley, a retired shipmaster, of lofty and liberal views, and of the most estimable character. Having been a sailor all his life, he has none of that fear of boats anGl deep water which often haunts the minds of fond parents, and has purchased a beautiful club boat for the use of his son and other boys who live in the vicinity of Wood Lake. The club boat and the boat club, as means of instruc tion and as well as of amusement, were sug gested by an accidental occurrence. The "Bunkers of Rippleton," a set of idle and dissolute boys, had con structed a rude raft, upon which they paddled about on the lake. and appeared to enjoy themseives very much. Capt. Sedley, who had forbidden his son to venture upon the lake on the 1 att, or even in a boat, without permission, overheard 01arles Hardy, the inti.mate friend of Frank, remark that the "Bunkers'" had a much better time than they had, and that boys who did not obey their parents often enjoyed themselves more than those who did. Among the members of the club was an honest, noble hearted youth, the son of a poor widow, by the name of Tony Weston. In an affray upon Center Island, Tony had taken the part of Frank Sedley against Tim Bunker, and had thus obtained the i!1 will of the leader of the "Bunkers," and is accused of stealing a wallet, which is afterward proved to have b een taken by the "Bunker" himself. The theft is proved upon the graceless scamp, and he is sent to the house of c o rrection, while Tony is borne in triumph by the club to his home. Near the close of the story; Tony's brother, who has long been mourned as dead, returns home from California, with a large fortune in his possession. The brother, George Weston, builds a fine house for his mother, and, imp e lled by a warm admiration for Tony's noble charac ter, purchases a splendid club boat for him, of the size and model of the Zephyr, which is named the Butterfly. The Butterfly was launched in the month of April. The liberality of George \\'. eston had provided for her a

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ERA VE AND EOLD. boathouse, similar to that of the Zephyr, and, like that, furnished with a clubroom and library, and all the means for promoting the objects of the organization. CHAPTER II. THE EW MEMBER. "Order!" said Frank Sedley, as he seated himself in the am1chair, at the head of the table in the clubroom. At a meeting the preceding week, Frank had again been chosen coxswain of the club foi: the first official term. This had been done, not 01tly in compliment to the noble boy to whose father the members were indebted for the privileges they enjoyed, bnt in anticipation of an exciting time on the lake, in a proposed race with the Butten1y. Frank was acknowledged to be the most skill ful boatman among them, arid under his direction the:" expected to accomp lish all that they and the Zephyr possibly attain. They had already learned that mere muscle was not all that was required to insure their suc cess. Still, forethought, and the ability to take advantage of favoring circumstances, were discovered to be even more desirable than great power. "Order!" repeated Frank, rapping smartly on the table. The members suspended their conversation, and all eyes were fixed upon the president. "There are two questions to be submitted for the action of the club at this meeting," continued Frank, with more than his usual gravity. "They are questions of momen tous consequence, and I have felt the need of counsel from our director; but my father declines givinrr me hnv ... .;::, .... advice, and says he prefers that we should discuss the qt.1estions independently; though, as you all know, if our final action is wtong, he will-he "Vet>o it," added Fred Harper. "Yes ; he will not permit us to do a wrong, though he vants us to think for ourselves, and do the best we can." ''Precisely so; he wants--" 01arles Hardy began. "Order!" said Frank, with gentle firmness. "The first question is this: Tim Bunker, who has recently been discharged from the house of correction, has applied to be admitted as a member of the club, in place of Tony weston, resigned. Shall he be admitted?" "Mr. President, I move that he be not admitted," said Charles. "Is the motion seconded?" Tbei-e was no response. The members all felt that it was a very delicate matter, and that it required careful del!beration. "The fnotion is not seconded, antl, of course, cannot be entertaiMd,'' _continued the presidertt. ':.;I move that he be admitted," said Fred Harper. the motion," addcl \Villiam Bright. Charles Hardy felt a little nettled, and his first impulse was to rise and express his astonishment as Squire Flutter had done in the "March meeting," at the rnotio11 of his friend on the other side of the table; but the impulsive youth had learned quite recently that a second is oftentimes much better than a first, and he reserved th(' expression of his surprise till a la!er stage of the debate. As no one seemed disposed to open the discussion Frank requested Fred Harper to take the chair, whi1e he tem po1-ariiy assumed the position of one of the disputants. "Mr. Chairman," said he, "I rise to. offer a few re marks in favor of the motion which is 11ow before the club. Perhaps I cannot better introduce mv own views upo11 the subject than by relating the sub;t:mce of the conversation that occurred 'when Tim applied to me for a,'-1ission to the club. He said that he had had a hard time of it in the house of correction; but he hoped his long confinement had clone him good. He had firmly resolved to be a good boy. 'But,' said he, 'what can I do? If I go with the fellows I used to associate with. how can I keep my resolution? I know I have been a very bad boy, and I want to do what is right.' I told him that our rules were very strict; that no fellow was allowed to swear or to use bad language of any kind; and that every member was required to keep straight himself and help keep the others straight. He would agree to all this, would sign the constitution, and my father and the club would soon see that he meant all he said. I confess that I felt for him. What he said about keeping company with the 'Bnnkers'-I suppose we must drop that name now-was' true. He could not be a good fellow with such as they are 1\ow, it won't
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BRA VE AND BOLD. 3 No one, however, seemed disposed to speak. "Question I" called Fred Harper. "Question I" repeated several others. "Are you ready for the question?" continued the chair man. "Question !" "All those in favor of admitting Tim B1:mker as a member of the club will signify it in the usual way ." Ten hands were raised. "Contrary minded." Charles, feeling that he was on the wrong side, did not vote against the measure, and it was declared to be a unanimous vote. "The other matter, requiring the action of the club, relates to the proposed race between the Butterfly and the Zephyr. Several gentlemen of Rippleton feel a deep interest in the two boat clubs, and have proposed to put up a prize to be awarded to the successful club. I understand that fifty dollars have been for this purpose. The question is, Shall we pull for this prize?" "\\Then ?" asked Fred. "The clubs may choose their own time." "It wouldn't be fair till the Butterfly has had a chance to practice a while." "Of course not; the Butterfl' y may accept the propo sition or not, and the club can select their own time." "I move you that the offer be accepted," said William Bright. "Second the motion," added James Vincent. The vote was immediately tahn, and it stood nine in favor and two opposed to th e proposition. And so, on the part of the Zeph3r, the offer was accepted. The club then adjourned for an excursion on the lake. CHAPTER III. ALL ABOARD! The club had taken their seats in the boat, and were waiting the orders of the coxswain to haul her out of her berth, when Capt. Sedley made his appearance. "You are sho rt-handed,, Frank," said he, as he observed Tony's vacant seat "Yes, sir; but we have elected a member to fill that place," replied Frank, as he jumped out of the boat, and hastened to inform his father of what the club had done. The members all f elt a deep interest in the result <>f this conference; and though this was the first excursion of the season they forgot for the time the pleasure before them in their desire to know whether the "director" would approve their action in relation to the new member and the prize. Frank and his father entered the clubroom together. "Now, my son, what have you done?" asked Capt. Sedley. "We have. discussed both questions to the best of our abilit y," replied Frank, with some hesitation. "Well, what was the result?" "We have elected Tim to fill Tony's place." "h1deed !" "We have ; and we await your sanction to our doings." "Did you think I would sanction such a choice as that?" "I didn't know. \Ve have fairly considered the matter; have faithfully examined both sides of the question. If we have done wrong, you know, father, that you have a veto upon our doings." Capt. Sedley smiled at the matter-of-fact, business like earnestness of his son. He felt quite as much interest in the action of the boys as they did to learn his opinion of it. "Tim is a very bad boy," said he. "He was; but he has solemnly promised to amend, and bec ome a good boy," answered Frank, warmly. "Not much dependence can be placed upon the promises of such boys as Tim." ''But if no one him to become better, he will not be likely to improve much, especialiy when every body despises and shuns him." "You are right, Frank; I approve your action in this matter. Men might be oftener reformed in the great world, if p eople would only give them a chance to be re spectable, as you have done with Tim. But what have you clone about the prize?" ''\Ve have voted to accept the offer of the gentleman," answered Frank. "Do you approve our decision?" "I do." Frank felt as happy at that moment as though he had been a general of division, and had won a great victory. The consciousness of having arrived, unaided by mature minds, at a correct conclusion, was a triumph in itself. He had exercised his thought, and it had borne him to a right judgment. He was proud of his achievement, and hastened back to the boat with the intelligence of the approval. "\iVhat does he say?" asked half a dozen of the members. "Let us get off first, and then we will talk about it," replied Frank. "Bowman, let go the painter; cast off the stern lines, there. Now, back her-steady." "Tell us about it, Frank," said Charles Hardy, as the Zephyr glided clear of the boathouse, out upon the deep waters of the lake. "Ready-up!" continued Frank, and the eleven oars were poised perpendicularly in the air. "Down!" The members had already begun to feel the inspiration of their favorite amusement, and there appeared to have been nothing lost by the season of inactivity which had passed away. They were as prompt and as perfect in the

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4 BRA VE AND BOLD. drill as though they had practiced it every day during the winter. Althougl1 it was a moment of excitt>ment, there was no undue haste; every member seemed to be perfectly cool. "Ready-pull !" And the broad blades dipped in the water, and bent before the vigorous arms of the youthful oarsmen. "Starboard oars, cease rowing-back!" continued the coxswain, with admirable dignity and self-possession; and the Zephyr, acted upon by this maneuver, came about as though upon a pivot, without going either beckward or forward. "Starboard oars, steady-pull!" and the rowers indi cated by this command caught the stroke, and the light bark shot ahead, with her wonte
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I BRA VE AXD BOLD. 5 ''\Vhat you going to do with the money if you win?" "I don't know; we haven't thought of that yet," repfied Frank, not particularly pleased with the question "Divide it among the fellers, I siposc." "I think not; we had better apply it to some u seful purpose-that is, if we win it-such as enlarging our library, buying some philosophical instruments--''. "vVhat's them?" "An air pump, and other apparatus of the kind But there is the B1tfterfly !" Tim Bunker dropped his oar at this announcement, arid was on the point of rising to get a better view of the Zephyr's rival, when the handle of William Bright's oar gave him a smart rap in the back. u11ind out!" said Tim. 'Don't you know any better than to hit a feller in that way?" "Cease-rowing!" called Frank, as he sa'.v Tim's fist invohmtarily double up, and his eye flash with anger. "It was your fault, Tim, and you must not blame him," added 1.he coxswain, mildly, but firmly "My fault!" and Tim added an expression which I cannot put upon my page "Such language as that is contrary to the constitution," continued Frank. "You stopped rowing without orders "What if I did?" "You should not have done so No member can do, or cease to do, without orders; that's our discipline." Tim cooled off in a moment. made a surly apology for his rudeness, and the Zephy1 continued on her course. CHAPTER IV. FRIENDS, THOUGH RIVALS The incident which had just occurred gave Frank con siderable uneasiness. Tim was naturally quarrelsome, and his former mode of life had done nothing to improve his disposition. Frank began to fear that Tim had come into the club without a proper understanding of its duties and require ments. He could not speak to his companions in a gentle manly manner, as they had been accustomed to be dressed. He was coarse, rude and vulgar; and the mem bers, who had received him among them in the best spirit possible, began to feel some repugnance tovv-ard him. The Butterlly was darting out of "Vv eston Bay" as they approached. ;'Cea_se-rowing !" said Frank. "Now, my lads, let us give them three rousing cheers. All up. One!" "Hurtab !" "Two." "Hurrah !" "Three." ":P:Iurrah !" And ths:n the Zephyrs clapped their hands, long and loudly, and this was the greeting which the old club gave to the new one. The compliment was heartily returne.sked Tim, as he grasped his oar \vith the others. "You shall know in due time," replied the coxswain Here was another thing which Tim had yet to learn not to ask questions of the commander. It was a patt of the disc ipline of the club to obey without stopping to argue the point. Capt. Sed1ey himself had suggested this idea, and it had been thoroughly carried out on board the Zeph'yr. It was an established principle that "the coxswain knew what he was about," and that hq alone was for the guidance and the safety of the boat. Tim did not seem to fancy this kind of discipline. He evidently felt that he had been born to command, and not to obey. But the consciousness that he was in the minority induced him to yield whatever convictions he might have had of his own superiority to the will of the "pmvers that be," and he followed the example of the others. "Ready-pull!" continued Frank. He and Tony had arranged a little system of "fleet maneuvers," to be carried out when the two boats To the surprise of all on board-for they were not "posted up" in regard to these tactics-Frank put the Zeph31r about. "Ce2.se--rowing !" said he, when the boat was heade
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6 BRA VE AND BOLD. came nearer together. "That will do; cease-rowing. Ready-up!" and the twelve oars gleamed in the sun shine. The sterns of the two boats came together, and Frank threw Tony a line, which the latter made fast. "Ready-down!" said Tony and Frank, almost in the same breath; and the oars were deposited in their places on the thwarts. The two clubs were facing each other as they sat in their seats, with the respective coxswains standing in the stern sheets. "Mr. Coxswain of the Butterfly," said Frank, as he removed his hat, and gracefully bowed to Tony, "in behalf of the members of the Zephyr Boat Club, of which you were so long a cherished member, I welcome you and your club, and the beautiful craft in which you sail, to these waters. 1Iay the Zephyr and the Butterfly cruise together in entire harmony; may no hard words or hard thoughts be called forth by either, but may all be peace and good will." This little speech was received with a burst of applause by Tony's club, and the boats interchanged volleys of cheers. "Mr. Coxswain of the Zephyr," Tony began, in reply to his friend's speech, "I am much obliged to you and your companions for the kind words you have spoken for your self and for them. I am sure there will never be any hard feelings between us, and I assure you if any fellow in our club attempts to make a row, we will turn him out. Won't we, fellows ?" "Ay, ay I That we will,'' replied the club, with one voice. "If we get beaten in a race, we will bear our defeat like men. Won't we, boys?" "That we will." Tony wound up by saying he was not much at making speeches, but he was ready to do everything he could to make things go off right and pleasantly. Three cheers more were given on each side, and the crews were ordered into their seats. "Starboard oars, ready-up!" said Frank. "Larboard oars, ready-up!" said Tony. "Ready-down!" was then given by one, and repeated by the other. And then, "Ready-pull !" followed, in like manner. '\f" reader will readily perceive that the effect of this or was to turn the boats around in opposite direc _:J that they came alongsjde of each other, after a few strokes of the oars. The painter of the Butterfly was thrown on board the Zeph,yr, and made fast to the bow ring. The bo:;s were now all brought together, and the discipline of the clubs \ was relaxed so as to permit the members to enjoy a few moments of social recreation. "This is glorious, isu't it, Frank?" said Tony, as he took his friend's hand and warmly pressed it. "First rate! There is fun before us this season; and if nothing happens to mar the harmony which now pre vails, we shall enjoy ourselves even more than we did last summer." "Nothing can happen-can there?" replied Tony, glan cing involuntarily at Tim Bunker, who seemed to be so amazed at the good will that prevailed around him as to be incapable of saying anything. "I hope not; but, Tony, what about the race? Has your club voted on the question of the prize?" "Yes." "\Vhat did you do?" "What have you done, Frank?" asked Tony. There was not the slightest doubt as to his Yankee paternity. "We voted to accept the offer." "So did we, though our members were so afraid of doing something wrong, that George had to come into the meeting and argue the question with them. 'vVe ac cepted the offer on condition that you did so." "Then it is all arranged." "Yes, except the time." "\Ve shall leave that all to you." "We are ready now," replied Tony, with a smile. "Name the day, then." "Next Wednesday afternoon." "Very well." "Who shall be the judges? We have chosen your father for one." "And we shall choose Uncle Ben for another." "Let us choose the other together." "Agreed." The two clubs were then called to order, and Frank, at Tony's request, stated the business to them. "Please to nominate," said he. "Mr. Hyde, the schoolmaster," exclaimed a dozen voices. It was a unanimous vote, and the judges were all elected. CHAPTER V. UP THE RIVER. At the end of the lake the boats separated, after giving each other three hearty cheers. "Where are you going now?" asked Tim Bunker. "We will go up the lake again." "Suppose we try a race?" suggested Fred Harper. "There will be no harm in it,.I suppose," replied Frank, glancing at the Buttcrfl.y. "Zephyr, ahoy!" shouted Tony. "We will pull up to gether, if you like."

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BRAVE AND BOLD. 7, "Agreed." The two boats were then drawn up alongside of each other, ready to start whe11 the word should be giveh. "Say when you are ready," shouted Tony. The rowers in each boat were all ready to take the first stroke. "Ready-pull !" said Frank; and the crews bent to the work. "Now give it to 'em!" shouted Tim Bunker, as he !'truck out with his oar. "Steady, Tim,"said Frank. "De very careful. or you will lose the stroke." "No, I won't. Put 'em through by daylight!" And Tim, without paying much attention to tbe swaying: of the coxswain's body, by which his strcrke should have been regulated, redoubled his exertions. He was very much excited, and the next moment the handle of his oar hit the boy in front of him in the back. Tbep the boy behind hit him, and a scene of confusion immediately ensued. Of .course no boy could pull his stroke except in unison with the others; so the whole \Vere compelled to cease rowing. "\Ve have lost it," said Frank, good-naturedly. The boys, seeing how useless it was to attempt to row in the midst of such confusion, were obliged to 'Nait till order had been restored. "No, we airi't; pull away!" replied Tim, as he seized his oar, and began to row with all his might. "Cease rowing!" said Fra11k. "Catch your oars, you slccpies, or they will get in first!" e -claimed Thn, who con:inued to struggle with his oar in defiance of the order. He had already pulled the boat half around. ''I guess the fifty dollars W011''t come to this added Tim, contemptuously. "It certainly will not, if you dort't obey orders better than that," replied Frank. "I don't wa11t to have the ciub beat so easy as that.'' "But it is all your fault, Tim ... "You lie!" "\i\That, what!" exclaimed Frank. "\Ve cannot have such language as that. If you don't conform to the con stitution you have signed, you be put on shore at the nearest land You must not teU the coxswain, or any other member, that he lies, Tim," continued Frank. was a slip of the tongue." The Bunker tried to laugh it off, and declared that he was so used to that form of expression he could not leave it off at once. This was regarded as a great conc-ession by ail. "Very well ; if you wm promise t:0 do your best to obey the rules, we wili say no more about it. But let us under stand one another for the future. You must regulate your stroke by the motion of my body. nothing but me; and \Vhatever happens, orders." You are to see you must obey "Where's the Butterfly now?" asked Tim, who did not feel much interest in this exposition of duty. "She is headed up to Rippleton River," replied Frank. "I hope docs not mean to venture among the rocks." Pippleton River was a stream whrch emptied into the lake at its eastern extremity. Properly speaking, Wood Lake was only a widening of this river; thongh the stream was very narrow. and discharged itself into the lake amid immense masses of rock. The mouth of this river was so obstructed by these rocks, that Capt. Sedley had forbidden the boys evex to venture upon its waters; though, with occasional difficul ties in the navigation, it was CB.ough and wide enough to admit the passage of the boat for several miles. .A wooden bridge crossed the stteam a little way above t.be lake-an old, decayed affair which had frequently been complained of as unsafe. "Tony knows the place very well," said Charles. "He will not be rash." "But there he goes right in among the rocks, and the Dt1ttcrflies are pulling \vith all their might. He is crazy," added Frank, his countenance exhibiting the depth of his anxiety. "Let Tony alone: he knov.rs what he is about," re sponded Frerl. "Heavens!" exclaimed Frank, suddenly, as be arc;;e in his place. "There has been an accident at the bridge! I see a horse and chai5e in the river." Tim dropped his oar, and was tutning around to g t a view of the object, when Frank checked him. So strict was the discipline oi the club, that, notwithstanding the excitement which the coxswain's a1411ouncement tended to create, not another boy ceased rowing, or even miss erl his stroke. "Keep your seat/' said Frank to Tim. "Take yonr oar." "I want to see what's going on," replied Tim. "Keep your seat," repeated Frank, authoritatively. Tim concluded to obey; and, without a word, resumed his place, and commenced pulling again. "Tony is after them; if you obey orders we may get there in season to render some assistance," continued Frank. ''Don't balk us now, Tim." "I won't, Frank; I will obey all your orders. I didn't think when I got up,'' replied Tim, with earnestness, and withal in such a tone that Frank's hopes ran high. "Will you crass the rocks, Frank?" asked Charles Hardy. "Certainly."

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8 BRA VE A-ND BOLD. "But you know your father told us never to go into the river." "Circumstances alter cases." "But it will be disobedience under any circumstances." "Vve won't argue the point now," answe.rcd the bold coxswain, quickening the movements of his body till the crew pulled with their utmost strength and speed, and the Zephyr flew like a rocket over the water. "I don't like to go, Frank, and though I will obey orders, I now protest against this act of disobedience," replied Charles, who was sure this time that Capt. Sedley would commend and approve his infl e xible love of obedience. "Pull steady, and mind your stroke," added Frank, whose eye was fixed upon the chaise in the water. "We may strike upon the rocks and be dashed to pieces," suggested Charles. "If you are afraid--" ';Oh, no! I'm not afraid; I was thinking of the boat." "If it is dashed to pieces in a good cause, let it be so." "Good!" ejaculated Fred Harper. "That's the talk for me!" "The water in the lake is very high, and I know exactly where the rocks lie. Keep steady; I will put you through in safety." "Where is the Butterfly now, Frank?" asked William Bright. "Wait a minute! There she goes! Hurrah; she has passed the reefs safely. They pull like heroes. There! Up go her oars-they are inboard. There are a man and a woman in the water, struggling for life. The man is trying to save the woman. The chaise seems to hang upon a rock, and the horse is kicking and plunging to clear himself. Steady-pull steady." "Tony will save them all," said Fred. "Hurrah! therehe goes overboard, with half a dozen of his fellows after him There are six left in the boat, and they are working her along toward the man and woman. They have them-they are safe. Now they pull the lady in-bah-all right! I was afraid they would ur> set the boat. They have got her in, and the man is hold ing on at the stern. Tony has got a rope around the horse's neck, and the fellows are clearing him from the chaise." The Zephyr was now approaching the dangerous rocks, and Frank was obliged to turn his attention to the steering of the boat through the perilous passage. "Steady," said he, "and pull strong. All right, we are through. We are too late to do anything. They have landed the man and woman, and now they are towing the horse ashore. Tony's a glorious fellow! He is worth his weight in solid gold !" "Can't we save the chaise?" asked Tim Bunker. "We can try." "Hurrah for the chaise, then!" "Bowman, get the long painter ahead," continued Frank. "Ay, ay !" The coxswain of the Zephyr steered her toward the vehicle, which stili hung to the rock, and, by a skillful maneuver, contrived to make fast the line to one of the shafts of the chaise. "Ready-pull!" said Frank, as he passed the line over one of the thwarts. The crew with a will, and the jerk disengage(\ the chaise, and they succeeded in hauling it safely to the shore, and placing it high and dry upon the rocks. and his six companions, who had been with him in the river, stood on the rocks shivering with cold, when the Z eph31r' s crew landed. The rest of her boys had been sent to conduct the lady and gentleman to the near est house, and render them such assistance as they might require. "You are a brave fellow, Tony!" said Frank, warmly, as he grasped the wet hand of his friend. "I am very wet and cold, whatever else I may be," replied Tony, tryi!1g to laugh, while his teeth chattered so that he could hardly speak. "You had better go home; you will catch cold," con tinued Frank. "We must wait for the fellows." "No,'you shall take six of the Zephyr's crew, and pull home as fast as you can, and we will wait for the rest." "'vV e can do no more good here; so we may as well go. Thank you for your offer, Frank, and I will accept it. If you like, I will take Fred Harper to steer down, for I should like to pull an oar myself to warm up with." "Certainly;" and Frank detailed six of his club, includ ing Fred, who 'seated themselves in the Butterfly. "I don't know a.bout those rocks, Tony," said Fred, as he grasped the tiller ropes. "The water is so high, that there is no danger. I will have an eye to the passage when we get to it," replied Tony, as he took his old place at the bow oar. The Biitterfly pushed off, and in a few moments after passed the dangerous rocks in safety. Her crew pulled with energy, and it is quite likely that they got warm before th'ey reached the boathouse. It was some time before the rest of the Butterfly's crew returned to the rocks where they had landed. "Where's Tony?" asked one of them, a boy of four teen, but so small in stature that his companions had nick named him "Little Paul," of whom we shall have more to say by and by. "They have gone home; we sent six of our fellows with them. They were too wet and cold to stay here," replied Frank. "You can return in our boat."

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BRAVE AND BOLD. 9 "The gentleman wants to see Tony very much." "Who.is he?" "His name is Walker; it would do your heart good to hear him speak of Tony." "I dare say; but Tony is worthy of all the praise that can be bestowed upon him. How is the lady?" "She is nicely, and she thinks Tony is an angel. She declares that a dozen strong men could have done no more for them." "She is right; you did all that could have been done by any persons. The Butterfly's first laurel is a glorious one, and I can congratulate you on the honors you have won." "Thank you, Frank," said Little Paul, modestly. "I am sorry you were not with us to share the honors." "We should have been, if it hadn't been for Tim Bunker," said Charles Hardy, a little sourly. Tim had gone with the Butterfly, or Charles would not have dared to make such a remark. "And if you had had your way, we shouldn't have come when we did," added William Bright, smartly. "What do you mean, Bill?" "Didn't you protest against passing the rocks?" "I did, becau'se it was directly in opposition to Capt. Sedley's orders." "Never mind, fellows," interposed Frank; "for my part, I am glad the Butterfly had it all to herself. She has just come out, and it will be a feather in her cap." "But we saved the chaise," said Charles. "'Ne pulled it ashore; it was safe enough where it was. The Butterfly saved the lives of the man, and woman, and the horse. They would have drowned, and all the glory consisted in saving them. Tony and his crew de serve all the credit, and I, for one, am happy to accord it to them." "That's just like you, Frank!" exclaimed Little Paul. "I believe, if the two boats had changed places, you would have given us all the credit." "You behaved nobly." "Just as you would have done if you had been in Tony's place." "We will talk that over some other time. VI/ e are ready to return when you are." "I suppose there is nothing more to be done." "All aboard!" said Frank, and the boys tumbled into the boat, and grasped their oars. The Zeph31r pushed off, and her cheerful crew pulled merrily the Frank was conscious that the organization of the boat clubs had been the means of accomplishing the good work which the crew of the Butterfl s had just achieved. He was aware that some of the people in the vicinity had cl1erished strong objections to the clubs, and that Tony had had considerable difficulty in persuading the parents of his crew to allow their sons to join. adventure at the bridge, he thought, would have a tendency to reconcile them, and to elevate and dignify boating. At any rate, a good deal had been done, and the parents of those who had taken part in it could not but be proud of the laurels their sons had earned. CHAPTER VI. COMMODORE FRANK SEDLEY. For a few days all Rippleton rang with the praises of Tony and his companions. All the particulars of the af fair at the bridge had been given in the Rippleton Mer cury, and the editor was profuse in his commendations of the skill and courage of the Butterfly Boat Club; and he did not withhold from the Zephyr the credit which was justly due. Tony was a hero, and his fame extended,for many miles around. Mr. Walker and his lady, who had been rescued from the river, visited Capt. Sedley and the Wes ton family the next day. He was a wealthy merchant, and resided in a neighboring town. Being as warm hearted and generous as he was just and discriminating, it was quite natural that he should give his feelings expression in some sub stantial token of his gratitude. Before he left Rippleton, a check for five hundred dol lars was placed in the hands of George Weston, with directions to give four hundred of it to the Butterfly, and one hundred to the Zephyr. In the division of the Butterfly's share, Mr. Walker desired that one hundred dollars should be given to Tony, and twenty-five dollars apiece to the crew; consenting, however, to let the whole sum be common property if the club desired. This liberality was certainly munificent, princely; but Mr. \i\Talker's wealth was quite sufficient to enable him to gratify his generous impulses. said he felt a little "ticklish" about taking it, at first; but assured him that l\fr. \\Talker would feel hurt if he did not, and he concluded to accept it. "But what shall we do with it, George?" asked the young hero, who was not a litlle embarrassed by the pos session of so much money. "That is for you to decide." "\i\That can we do with it?" "You can make a fund of it, if you like." "What for?" "For any purpose you may wish. By and oy you may want money for something." "Here comes Frank. I wonder what they are going to do with theirs." "How do you do, Tony? I have come over to talk with you about the race. Next Wednesday is the day, you know."

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!IO BRA VE AND BOLD. "I had forgotten all about the race in the excitement of the bridge affair." "I don't wonder." "What are you going to do with your money, Frank.?" a s k e d Tony. "Your club met last evening, 1 belie e.'' ' \Ve voted to buy some philosophical apparatus with it." "Good! Did Tim Bunker vote for that?" "He didn't vote at all. He wanted the money divided; but the vote was unanimous for spending it as I said." Frank and Tony discussed the details of the race, and at the end of an hour everything was arranged to the satisfaction of both. There was no diff e rence of opi n ion txccpt as to the length of the race. Tony thought that twice up and down the lake, making an eight-mile race, would be best; but Frank felt sure that it was too long, c:nd that it \.Yould tire the boys too much. So it was finally agreed that they should pull only once up and down, making about four miles. As the Butterfly Club wen: to meet that evening, Frank departed earlier than he otherwise would have done, so as not to be considered an intruder. Tony's club was in high spirits that ev e ning. The praise bestowed upon them had created a strong feeling of reliance in their minds. "Now, boys," said Tony, when he had called the meeting to order, "we have arranged all the details of the race, and if you like I will tell Y
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BRAVE AND BOLD. II "Hurrah I so I say." "I suppose we could buy two six-oar boats for our money," added Tony. "And have four in the fleet?" "Pe1:haps three four-oar boats." "Five boats in the fleet! That would be a glorious squadron !" The boys could hardly repress the delight which these air castles excited, and several of them kept jumping up and down, they were so nervous and so elated. "Come, Tony, let settle the business and order the boats at once," said Dick Cheste r. "We had better think a while of it. Something else may turn up which will suit us even better than the fleet. Of course we must consult Capt. and George be fore we do anything," replied Tony. "They will be willing." "Perhaps they will, and perhaps they won't." "I know they will," said Dick. "We will con sult them, at any rate. It is necessary to take a vote concerning the division of the mon ey." Of course the club voted not to di vide; and it was de cided that the money should remain in the hands of George Weston until the fleet question should be settled. "Now, boys," sa id Tony, "next Monday is town meeting day, and school don't keep. V.,Te will meet at nine o'clock and practic e for the race, which comes off on Wednesday afternoon, at three o'clock. Let every fellow be on hand in season." The club adjourned, and the boys went off in little parti es, discussing the exciting topic of a fleet of five boats, under the command of Commodore Frank Sedley. CHAPTER vn. THE RACE. The day appointed for the race between the Zephyr and the Butterfly had arrived, and the large number of people congregated on the shores of vVood Lake testified to the interest which was felt in the event. It was a beautiful afternoon, mild and pleasant for the season, which favored the attendance of the ladies, and the lake was lined with a ro>v of cheerful faces. "All aboard!" said Frank, as he dissolved a meeting of the Zephyrs, which he had called in order to impart whatever hints he had been able to obtain from his father and others in regard to their conduct. The Zephyrs were more qui et and dignified in their deportment than usual. There was no loud talk, no jesting; even Fred Harper looked thoughtful and serious. Each member seemed to feel the responsibility of winning the race, resting like a heavy burden upon his shoulders. The boat was hauled out into the lake, and once more Frank cautioned them to keep cool and obey orders. "Do you think we shall win, Frank?" asked Charles, who had put the same a dozen times before. "\Ve must think that we shall," r e plied Frank, with a smile. "Here comes the Butterfly. Now, give her three cheers. One !" "Hurrah!" "Two!" "Hurrah!" "Three!" "Hurrah!" r The compliment was promptly returned by the Butterfl y, as she came alongside the Zephyr. "Quarter of three, Frank," said Tony. "Time we were moving, then," replied Frank, as he ordered the oars out, and the boats started for the spot where the.Sylph, the judges' boat, had taken position. They pulled with a very slow stroke, and not only did the respective crews keep the most exact time, but each timed its stroke with the other. It was a very beautiful sight, those richly ornamented boats, their gay colors flashing in the bright sunshine, with their neatly uniformed crews, their silken flags floating to the breeze, and their light, graceful oars dipping with mechanical precision in the ,limpid waters. vVhen they reached the judges' boat, the two coxswains drew l ots for the choice of "position," and the Butterfly obtained this advantage. The two boats then took their places, side by side, about two rods apart, ready to com mence the race. Uncle Ben stood in the bow of the Sylph, with a burn ing slow match in his hand, ready to discharge the can non which was to be the signal for starting. It was a mom ent of intense excitement, not only to the crews of the boats, but to hundreds of spectators on the shore. The eventful moment had come. The oarsmen were bent forward ready to strike the first stroke, and the cox swains were leaning back ready to time the movement. Capt. Sedley was gazing intently at the dial of his "second indicator," prepared to give Uncle Ben the word to fire. "Ready, Ben-fire!" Bang went the cannon. "Pull!" shouted Frank and Tony in the same breath. Fortunately every oarsman in both boats hit the stroke exactly, and away leaped the gallant barks. As Frank had deemed it probable, the Butterfly shot a length ahead of her rival after pulling a few strokes; but though the noise of the oars informed his crew of their relative positions, not an eye was turned from him, not a muscle yielded in the face of the dispiriting fact, and not a member quickened his stroke in order to retrieve the lost ground. Even Tim Bunker,' who was supposed to have more feeling in regard to the race than the others, maintained an admirable self-possession However much

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12 BRAVE A);D BOLD. the hearts ef the crew beat with agitation, they were s,rntward1y as cool as though the BHtterfly had been a mile be hind them It is true, some of the Zephyrs, as they continued to gaze at Frank's calm and immovable features, wondered that he did not quicken the stroke; but no one for an instant lost confidence in him. "Frank knew what he was ::ibout:" This was the sentiment that prevailed1 an d each niernber looked out for himself, leaving all the rest to him. The Buttei;flies were quickening their stroke every mo ment, and consequently woe continuing to increase the distance between the two boats. Every muscle was strained to its utmost tension. Every particle of strength \V
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BRA VE A.P.;D BOLD. l3 The cheers were given lustily-.-a:t least, as lustily as the exhausted condition of the Butterflies would permit. Eaeh member of the defeated club seemed to feel it his duty to banish even the semblance of envy; and it was pleas.ant to obsel'Ve how admirably they succeeded. "Zephyr, ahoy!" hailed Mr. Hyde, from the S'ylph. "Ay, ay, sir!" "The prize is ready for the winner." The oars were i:lropped into the water again. and the Zephyr p.ulled np to the judges' boat. "You have won tbe prize handsomely; Frank, and it ::.fords me great pleasure to present it to you," said Mr. Hyde, as he handed him a purse containing the prize. "After the noble expressions of kindness Oi:J. the part of vour rival, I am sure the award will awaken no feeling exultation in the minds of the Zephyrs, and none of envy m the Butterflies. I congratulate you on your victory Frank bowed, and thanked the schoolrrrn.ster for his hopeful words; and the Butterflies gave three cheers again as he took the prize And thus ended the famous boat race, over which the boys had been thinking by day and dreaming by night for several weeks. The occasion had passed; and if it was productive of any evil effects in the minds of those who engaged in it, they were more than balanced by the ex cellent discipline it afforded. They had learned to look without envy upon \vhom superior skill or good for tune had favored, and to feel kindly toward those over w horn had won a victory. There was one of them, however, who did not think much about it after he separated from his companions. Other considerations claimed his attention; and before he reached his humble home, the race was banished from his mind. He had a sick< father, and the family had hard work to get along. This was Little Paul. His mother insisted upon sending him to school while there was anything left to procure the necessaries of life ; and as there was little for him to do at home, he was allowed to join the club, because his parents knew how much he love'd the sports on the lake, and that nothing but good influences would be exerted upon him in the association. Paul Munroe was a good boy, in every sense of the word ; and though he had never been abfo to do much for his parents, they regarded him none the less as one of their choicest blessings. As Tony expressed it, Little Paul's heart was in the right place; and it was a big heart, full of warm blood, His father sat in an easy-chair by the kitchen stove as he entered. and a s111ile played upon his pale blue lips as his t.!ye met the glance of his lovi11g sou. "'vVell, Paul, did you win the rao: ?" MSked, in feeble tones. "No, father; the Zephyrs beat. Frank Sedley rllther outp-eneraled Tony, and his crew were more use
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14 BRA VE AND BOLD. place, whose lands joined it, had sold his estate to Squire Chase to whom, also, he had transferred the mortgage. The retired lawyer was not content to remain quiet in his new home, and there repent of his many sins, but imme diately got up an immense land speculation, by which he hoped to build a village on his grounds, and thus make an other fortune. Mr. Munroe's little place was in his way. He wanted to run a road over the spot where the house was located, and had proposed to buy it and the land upon which it stood. He offered seven hundred and fifty dollars for it; but it was now worth nine hundred, and Mr. Munroe re fused the offer. The squire was angry at the refusal, and from that time used" al.I the means in his power to persecute his poor neighbor. Then sickness paralyzed the arm of Mr. Munroe, and he could no longer work. The money he had saved to pay the note it should become due was expended in supporting his family. With utter ruin staring him full in the face, he sent for Squire Chase, and consented to his offer; but the malicious wretch would not give even that now; and the land was so situated as to be of but little value except to the owner of the Chase estate. The squire was a bad neighbor, and no one wanted to get near him; so that Mr. Munroe could not sell to any other person. The crafty lawyer knew that the poor man was fully in his power, and he determined to punish him, even to his ruin. He hated him because he was an honest, good man; because his life, even in his humbler sphere, was a constant reproach to him. The note would be due on the first of May, and he had determined to take possession by virtue of the mortgage. Poor Paul shed many bitter tears upon his pillow that night; and from the depths of his gentle heart he prayed that God would be very near to his father and mother in the trials and sorrows that were before them. CHAPTER IX. BETTER TO GIVE THAN RECEIVE. On Saturday afternoon the Butterfly Club had assem bled in their hall, and were talking over the affairs of the association until the time appointed for the excurskm to Center Island. Little Paul had not come yet, and the boys began to fear that they should be obliged to make the excursion with only five oars on one side. "What do you suppose is the reason ?" asked Dick Chester. "I have no idea; I hope nothing has happened," replied Tony. "I hope not," added Henry Brown. "Suppose we send a committee to inquire after him." This was deemed an excellent suggestion, and Henry and Dick were immediately appointed a committee of two, by the "chair," to attend to tl:e matter. They departed upon their mission, and after the boys had wondered a while longer what kept Paul away, another topic was brought up-a matter which was of the deepest interest to the young boatmen, and which had claimed their attention during all their leisure moments for several days. The notable scheme which just now engrossed the at tention of the Butterflies was no less than the establish ment of a "fleet of boats" upon the lake. The dream of half a dozen boats, under command of Commodore Frank Sedley, maneuvering on the water, perfonning beautiful evolutions, and doing a hundred things which they could not then define, was so pleasant, so fascinat ing, that tl1ey could not easily give it up. There would be the commodore in his "flag boat," sig nalizingthe fleet, now bidding them pull in "close order," now ordering a boat out on service, and now sending one to examine a bay or a harbor. And then, if they could only get leave to explore Rippleton River, how the conunander of the squadron would send out a small craft to sound ahead of them, and to buoy off the rocks and shoals, and how the people on the banks of the stream would stare when they saw them moving in sections against the slug gish current! Ah, a fleet of boats was such a brilliant ideal, that' I will venture to say more than one of the boys lay awake nights to think about it. I will not attempt to tell my young friends all the queer fancies concerning the squadron in which they indulged. They were essentially air castles, very beautiful structures, it is true, but as yet they rested only on the clouds. But the means of realizing this magnificent ideal was within their grasp. Little Paul looked very sad as he entered Butterfly Hall. With a faint smile he received the greetings of his friends. "All aboard!" shouted Tony, arose from his chair. "You haven't got your uniform on, Paul." "I can't go with you, Tony," replied Little Paul, in a gloomy tone. "Not go with us Why not? What is the matter?" "I must leave the club, too," he added, in a husky voice. "Leave the club !" "We are going to move down East." "That's too bad!" All the boys gathered around Little Paul, and there was a troubled look upon their countenances. "We cannot stay here any longer," continued the poor boy, as he dashed a tear from his eye. It was evident to all that some misfortune had over taken the Munroe family, and Little Paul's sorrows ex cited the deepest interest and sympathy. Without any solicitation on the part of his companions,

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BRAVE A-"1\D BOLD. 15 the little fellow told them the story of his fathers trials, and the reas on 1.vhy he was compelled to leave Rippleton . "When is the money due, Pan!?" asked Tony. "On the first of ?\fay. ,\1y father has no money, and be cannot pay thr note." How nwch did say it was?" 'Five hundred dollars. It is a great sum for ''My father says Squire Ch:Lc is not any better than he ought to be," added Dick CheEter, who had returned with Little Paul. "He is a very hard man," replied Paul. "But i must go home again. I shall see you before I leaYe town;" and the poor fellow turned away to hide his tears. "Poor Little :.>au! l" said Tony, when he had gone. "How I pity him!" ;;.dded Henry Brown. .. So do I." reiterated Josep h Hooper. 'How much do you pity him, fellows?" asked Tony, seating himself in his armchair. "So much that we would help him if we could," answere d Henry. "You can help him." A deep silence ensued. 'Have you the nerve to make a great sacrifice, Butt rflies ?'' exclaimed Tony, with energy. .. \Ve have." "I move you, J\fr. Clrnirman, that our four hundred dollars be applied to the relief of Little Paul's father," said Henry Brown, catching Tony's idea. "econd the motion.'' added Dick Chester, promptly. "BraYo !" shouted T1my, slapping the table with his fat. "That's what I c;ill But before we do it, just think what a fine thing-the fleet would be. It is a great sacrifice. "'Question!" called Joseph Hooper. "Qucftion !'. shouted the whole club, wildly. "Tbink well, fellows," said Tony. "Any remarks upon the subject will be in order. It is a great question, a.nd ought not to be hastily decided. "Those in favor of applying the four hundred dollars to the relief of Mr. Munroe will signify it,'' said Touy. "All up!" 'It is a unanimous vote!" "".< \Jl aboard!" shouted Tony, as soon as he had declared the vote; and the boys hurried into the boat to be in rea(lineGs to join the Zephyr, which was 3Jready upon the lak e Tony's spiri,s were unusu::illy bu oy;wt The and co-operation of the club in r;;-gard to Little Paul's father was in the highest ilegree grateful to his feelin gs. Perhaps his companioni:: did not so cheerfully the project of the fleet; perhaps they had acted upon the impulse of the moment; but they were a ll to experience the benefit of doing a good d eed, of sacrificing their own grati ficatioil for the h::.ppincss of others. Touy felt better for the sacrifice they had made. and probably the rest of them shared his feelings. He was satisfied that they did not fully realize what they had done, and with the determina tion to take a fit opportunity to talk over the matter with them, he took his place in the boat. The Zephyrs were laying on their oars, waiting for the B1ittcrfly when she backed out of t11e boathouse. 'You are late, Tony. which is rather odd for you," said Fra ;k. v.e h<1cl :i little business to attend to, which detained us," replied Tony.: '"a11d while we are here we may as well ten you abont it. \Ve have voted our money away." "For the fleet?" "No; we have that up." '"Indeed l Given it up?" exclaimed Frank, not a little surprised at this declaration. "Fact, Frank!" "Something new has turned up, then?" "Let us lash boats to keep us from drifting apart, and I will tell you a 11 about it." The two boats were fast e ned together fore and aft, and Tony pro::ee
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16 AND BOLD. low tone. "We can get an o ther boat with our money, and you shall be coxswain of it." Charles looked at him. "A motion would be in ord er; at least, we can make it in orde r," repl i ed Frank. But Charles h e sitated. The tempting offer of Tim, the absurdity of which he did not stop to consider, conquered his first impulse. "I move you we appropriate one hundred dollars to put with the Butterfly s money for Mr. Munroe said William Bright, and Charles had lost the honor of making the mo tion. Second the motion, added Fred H a rper "Those in favor of giving our money to Mr. Munroe will signify it." Vote against it," said Tim; and Charles accepted the suggestion. "Ten; it is a vote, tho ugh not unan i mou s ," continued Frank, as he cast a reproachful glance at his friend who had voted against the propo s ition. He was not surprised to see Tim Bunker vote against it; but that 01aries sh o uld rec e ive the advice of su c h a counselor and such advice, too was calculated to alarm him. His friend had but little firmness, and was perhaps more likely to be led away by bad influenc e s than any other member of the club. He was s orry to see Tim ex hibiting his dogged disposition but more s orry to see Charles so much under his c o ntrol. "Hurrah!" shouted Tony, when the v o te was declared. "Let us send up to Mr. Munroe, and tell him what we have done, and get Little Paul. The y won't want him now." "But, Tony, you forget that our doings must be ap proved by our directors," said Frank. "I'll risk them." "It would be better to have everything right b e for e we promise Mr. Munroe." "So if would. Is your father at home?" "I believe so." "Geor g e is, and it won't take five minutes to obtain h i s consent. Let go the fasts forward," said Tony, as he c as t off the line astern "We will go ashore, and try to find my fath er," add e d Frank. "Ready-pull!" Away dashed the Zephyr toward her boathouse while the Butterfly came about so that Tony could leap on sh o r e Of course, both Capt. Sedl e y and George "'vVeston w e r e sw-prised at the sudden action of the cillbs; but the deed was too noble, too honorable to their kind heart s to w ant their sanction, and it was r e adily given. In less than ha lf an hour the boats were pulling toward a convenient land. ing place near Mr. Munroe s hou se: The poor man was confounded when the committee of two from each club waited upon him and stated their busi ness. His eyes filled with tears, and he and Little Paul wept together. But Mr. Munroe could not think of taking the money at first. He declared that he would suffer anything rather than deprive the boy s of the gratification which their money would purcha se. "We are a little selfish ab out it, sir," said Tony. "We want to k e ep Paul among us." "That's the idea," o.dded Henry Brown, who was his collea g ue on th e committee. "I can't take your mon ey, boys," replied Mr. Munroe, firmly. You will obli g e us very much by jjaking it My brother and Capt. Sedley both know what we are about. I am sure we shall feel happier in letting you have this mone y than we should be made by anything it will buy. It wa s a unanim o us vote in our club "Koble little fellows!" exclaimed Mr. Munroe, with a fre s h burs t of tears, as he grasped the hand of Tony. The matter was argue9for some time longer, and finally compromi se d by :Mr. Munroe's agreeing to accept the mon e y as a loan. The notes were drawn up and signed by the poor man, whose H eart was fille d to overflowing with gratitude at this unexp e ct e d r e lief. "Now y ou wm let Paul c ome with us-won't you, Mr. Munro e?" ask e d Tony. "Certainly; and I shall never cease to thank G o d that he has found such n o ble and true friends," replied ilie poor man; and as the y t o ok theit" leave, he warmly pressed the hands of each member of the committee. "Cheer up, Paul; don't be downhearted. It is all right now," said Tony. "I can't be lively," replied Little Paul, whose sadness cast a shade upon the enjoyment of the others "\Vhy not, Paul?" "I feel so sad; and your goodness to my poor father overcomes me." "Never mind t.hat, Paul; cheer up, and we will ha v e a glorious time." But Little Paul's feelings were too strong and d ee p to be easily subdued. His pride s e emed to be wounded by the events of tbe day, and when they reached Cent e r Island, he told Tony how badly he felt about his father being the r e cipi e nt of the ir c harity as he called it "Charity, Paul!" e x claimed t he noble little f e !low "Look here an d he pull e d the n o te he had received from Mr. Munroe out of his pocket. "Do you call this charity?" "Pe rhaps he can n e ver pay you; at least, it will be a lon g time. " N o matter; it is a fair trade. "'vVe lent him the money." And Tony argued ilie point with as much skill as a law-

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' BRA VE AND BOLD. 17 yer would have done, and finally so far in con vincing Paul that his face brightened with a cheerful smile, and he joined with hearty zest in the preparations for the May day picnic. A long spruce pole, which had been prepared for the 1 occasion bv Uncle Ben, was towed to the isiand by the Zeph;, :r, and erected in a convenient place. The brush wood in the grove was cleared from the ground, the large stones were rolled ont of the way, and were used in con structing a pier for convenience in landing. when their labors were concluded it was nearly dark, and the boats pull e d for home, each member of the clubs anticipating a glorious time on the approaching . CHAPTER X. FIRST OF MAY. May day came-warm, bright and beautiful. At six o'clock in the morning the and the Butterfly were manned, and the boys went over to the island to trim the May pole with evergreen and flowers. The S;,lph was degraded for the time into a "freighting vessel," and un der command of Uncle Ben conveyed to the island chairs and settees for the use of the guests, tables for the feast, music stands for the band, and other articles r equired for the occasion. About nine o'clock the guests began to arrive, and were conveyed to t he island by the two club b oats-the Sylph having go ne down to Rippleton after the band. The Sed leys, the \Vestons Mr. Hyde, the parents of all the mem bers of the clubs who could attend, all the boys and girls of the school, and a few gentlemen and ladies from the viilage who had manifested a warm interest in the welfare of the two associations, composed the party; and before teu they were all conveyed to the scene of the festival. "Have you got them all, Frank?" asked Capt. Sedley, as the coxswain was ordering his crew ashore. "All but the and the Butterflies are going f9r them by and by." "Tom is hoisting the signal," added Capt. Sedley, pointing to a blue flag on the shore, which the gardener had been directed to h oist when any one wished to go to the island. "We will go, Frank," said Tony; and away dashed the boat toward the main shore. "Ah, my Butterflies," said a voice, as they approach e d the landing. "Mr. walker!" excbimed Tony. "Ready-up! Now let us give him three cheers. I was afraid he would not come." The salute was given and acknowledged b y Mr. W alke r. "I am glad to see you again, my boy," said the gentleman, as he grasped Tony's hand. "I was afraid you would nqt deem our invitation worth accepting." "I would not have missed coming for the world, my young friend. Here is Mrs. Wali
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18 BRA VE AND BOLD. commendable manne r I .mean to give them as much more." "That was my own feeling about the matter; but I do not think it is a good plan to make good all they sacrifice. This fleet scheme was a cherished project. and it was noble in them to give it up that they might do a good deed." "Noble! It was heroic--"-1 was just goinr; to use a stro:1ger word." "It is good for t11em to practice self-denial. That is all that makes tl1e deed a worthy one.'' "Exactly so. "Therefore, my friend, we will not say anything more about the fleet at present." "But if they bear it well, if they don't repent what the y have done, why, I should not value one or two thousand dollars. Besides, it might be the means of bringing a large number of boys within the pale of good influences." ''That is my own view; and by and by \Ye will talk more of the matter." Capt. Sedley th e n introduc e d Mr. Walker to the com pany, and the b enevol>nt took a great deal of pains to inform hims elf in rela t ion to the inf!u! ; nce of the clubs upon the boys. He asked a grea t many ques tioni; of their parents, and of Mr. Hyde, the teacher. They all agrt ""as over, the party divided itself into littie knots for social recreation. Frank and Mary Weston took a wall< on the beach, and the rest of the hoys and girls climbed over the rocks, amused themselves in the swing which Uncle Ben had put up, or wandered in the grove. Boys and girls always enjoy themselve s at such seasons, and my young readers need not be told that they all had a "first-rate time.'" I do not mean all; for two members of the Zephyr Club had wandered away from the rest of the party to the north side of the island. They were concealed from view by a large rock; but if any one;: had observed th em, he could not have failed to see that they were exceptioIJ.s to the general rule-that they were not happy. The two boys were Cha r les Hardy and Tim Bunker. Frank had been pained to no tice that an unnatural intimacy had been growing up bet\veen them for severai days; and he had already begun to fear that ti waa in the heart of Tim to lead his weakrninded as s ociate astray. '':\ow, let's see how much there is in it," said Tim,

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BRA VE AND BOLD. "I'm afraid to open it," replied Charles, as he glanced nervously over the rocks "Git out!" "I am doing wrong, Tim; I feel it here." And 01arles placed his hand upon his heart. "Humph!" sneered Tim. "Give it to me, and I will open it." "We ought not to open it," replied Charles, putting his hand into his pocket, and again glancing over the top of the rocks. "Besides, Tim, you promised to be a good boy when we let you into the club." "I mean to 11ave a good time. We might have had if you fellows hadn't given away all that money." "I didn't do it." "I know you didn't, but the rest on 'em did; so it's all the same. They are a set of canting pups, and for my part I'm tired on 'em Frank Sedley don't lord it over me much longer, you better believe! And you are a fool if you let him snub you as he does every day." "I don't mean to," answered Charles. "I believe the fellows all hate me, or they would have made me cox swain before this time." "Of course they would. They hate you, Charley; I heard Frank Sedley say as much as that the other day." "He did?" "Of course he did." "I wouldn't have thought that of him," said Charles, his eye kindling with anger. "Let's have the purse, 01arley." Charles hesitated, bnt the struggle was soon over in his bosom, and he took from his pocket a silken purse and handed it to Tim. "'vVe are doing wrong, Tim," said he, as a twin:;;e of conscience brought to his mind a realizing. sense of his po sition. "Give me back the purse, and I will try to find the owner." "No, you don't!" replied Tim, as he opened one end of the purse and took therefrom a roll of bank bills, which he proceeded to count. "Do give it back to me I I am sure the owner has missed it by this time." "No matter if he has; he won't get it again in a hurry," answered the Bunker, coolly. "Sixty dollars in bills; Good!" "Give it to me, or I will go to Capt. Sedley and tell him you have it." "Will you ?" "I will" "If you do, I'll smash your head/' said Tim, looking fiercely at him. "Don't be a fool! With this money we can have a first-rate time, and nobody will be any the wiser for it." ul am afraid we shall be found out." Probably Charles was more afraid of that th.an of the wicked act which he had permitted himself to think of do ing. He had found the purse on the beach a little while before. \iVhen he had told Tim of it, the reckless fellow, still the same person as before, notwithstanding his prom ise:; and his altered demeanor, had led 'him over to this ret ired spot in order to get possession of the purse . "Nonsense! Nobody will suspect you," replied Tim, as he poured out the silver and gold in the other end of the purse. "I never did such a thing in my life." "No matter; there must be a beginning to everything." "\Vhat would my mother say?" "She will say you are a clever fellow if you don't get found out. Eleven dollars and a quarter in specie I That makes seventy-one twenty-five--don't it?" "Yes." "All right! We will just dig a little hole here, and put the purse into it," continued Tim, as he scooped out a hole in the sand, and dropped the ill-gotten treasure mto it. Filling up the hole, he placed a large, flat stone upon the spot, which further secured the purse, and concealed the fact that the sand had been disturbed. "I am sure we shall get founQ. out," said Charles, trembling with apprehension. "Nonsense! Keep a stiff upper lip; don't stop to $hi.nk, and all will go well. But, my hearty, if you peach oh me, I give you my word, I will take your life before you are one month older-do you hear?" And Tim's fierce looks gave force to his words. "Now, we will go back to the rest on 'em before they miss us. Mind you don't say any thing, nor look anything." Charles follO\ved Tim back to the other side of the island, and both of them joined the sports of the day. The afternoon passed away, and nothing was said of the purse. The owner had not missed it, and Tim congratulated self on the circumstance. Charles tried to be joyous, and though he did not feel so, he acted it so well that no one him of harboring so vile a sin within his bosom. "All aboard!" said Frank, and the band commenced playing "Home, Sweet Home." In due time the party were all transported to the shore, and everybody went home highly delighted with the day's amusements. The Zeph-yr was ,l1oused,. and the crew dis missed, but not a word was said about the purse. CHAPTER XI. THE LIGHTHOUSE. During the month of May the members of the two clubs continued to spend many of their leisure hours on the lake; but my young friends not suppose that lifo was to them a continuous holiday; and, becanse these books are

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BRA VE AND BOLD. devoted chiefly to their doings on the water, that boating was the only, or principal business that occupied them. They had their school duties to perform, their errands to do, wood to split, yards to sweep; in short, they had to do just like other boys. A portion of Wednesday and Satur day afternoon, of thiir other holidays, was given to these aquatic sports; so that thev were really on the Jake but a small p art of the time. Probably, if they had spent ali their leisure in the boats, the exercise would have lost its attractions, besides interfering very much with their home and school affairs. P!easures, to be enjoyed, should be partaken of in moderation. Boys get sick of most sports in a short time, because they indulge in them too freely. Nothing specially worthy of note occurred in either club till near the end of the month of May The intimacy be tween 01arles Hardy Tim Bunker was to increase, though no one had any suspicion of the secret which had cemented the bond of their union. The lost purse was the property of Mr. \Valker. At a subsequent visit to Rippleton he had mentioned his loss, but he had no idea where he bad dropped it. Tim con gratulated his s till unwilling confederate on the succfss of his villainy. 11r. walker did not even know whether he had lost his money in the town or not; so, of course, he bad no suspicion of them. "You are a first-rate fellow, Charley,' but you are too chickenish by half," said Tim Bunker. "I don't feel right about it, and I wish I had given up the purse when I found it." "Pooh I" "I meant to do so." "I know you did. You were just fool enough to do such a thing. If it hadn't been for me, you would have done it.'' "Oh, I wish I had I" "Don't be a fool, Charley!" "I would give the world to feel as I felt before I did this thing." "Don't think any more about it." "I can't help thinking. It worries me nights.'' "Go to sleep then." "I can't. What would Frank say if he knew it?' "Humph! Frank again!" "They would turn me out of the club." "You are no worse than any of the rest of them." "They wouldn't steal," replied Charles, \\rarmly. "Don't you believe it. If I should tell all I know about some of them, they wouldn't be safe where they are, let me tell you." "What do you know, Tim?" "I don't choose to tell." Charles found some satisfaction in this in
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BRA VE A! rp BOLD, 21 "I don't care," grov;led Tim, as he turned on his heel and walked out of the hall. Charles Hardy was then called aside by Capt. Sedley, who kindly pointed out to him the danger he incurred in associating with such a boy as Tim. "I would not have kept company with him if he had not beei1 a member of the club," replied Charle "He >vas admitted to the club on the supposition that he intended to be a better boy." "I was oppo: ed to admitting him," answered Charles, rather sulkily. "I was very willing the boy should have a fair chance to reform; but when it became apparent that he did not me2n to do better, I could no longer permit him to en danger the moraJ welfare of the club. We have been satisfied for some time; and most of the boys, after giving him a fair trial, avoided him as much as possible when they saw what he meant. But you have been gTowing more and more intimate with him every day. \Vhy, it was only last night that he was seen with some twenty or thirty of his old companions. They seemed to be in con sultation about omething. Perhaps you were with them." "No, sir; I was not." "I am glad you were not. I caution you to avoid them." "I wi11, sir," replied Charles, meekly; and he meant what he said. "I am glad to hear you say so; I was afraid you had known too much of Tim Bunker," said the director, as he walked toward his house. Charles entered the hall, and took his seat. "Those in favor of admitting Samuel Preston to the club will signify it," said \Villiam, as soon as he was in his place. Eleven hand were raised, and the new member, who stood by the window waiting the result, was declared to be admitted. The constitution was then read to him, and he signed it; after which the club embarked for an excur sion up to the strait, where they had agreed to meet the Butterfly. The particular object of this visit was to erect a light house on Curtis Island, a small, rocky place separated from the main shore by "Calrow Strait," which the readers of "The Boat Oub" will remember. The navigation of this portion of the lake was considered very difficult, espe cially through_ the narrow passage, and it was thought to be absolutely necessary to have a lighthouse, maugre the fact that the boats always sailed by day. But as neither craft was insured, it wa necessary to use e:xtraordin+i.ry precautions J A working party of half a dozen was detailed from each boat, consisting of the stoutest boys, who were landed upon the i land. were immediately gathered and the fo;.;;1da tion laid. The structure w:is to be a simple round tower, a high .as the patience of the workmen permit them to build it. In a short time all the rocks on the island had been used up, and the lighthouse was only two feet high; but this contingency had beeo anticipated, and provisfons made for supplying more. st.one. A large rock was attached to the long painter of the Bidterfly, and she was moored at a safe distance from the island, while her remaining crew were transferred to the Zephyr. A ru loaded with all it could carry, and the boys were ordered into the boat agam. The raft proved to be a very obstinate sailer. After a deal of hard tuggingat the oars, they succeeded in getting it under a tolerable headway; but the tow line was not properly attached, and it "heeled over" so as to be in dan ger of "spilling" its load into the 1ake. Prudence and good management, however, 011 the part of the coxswain, con veyed it in safety to the island, and its freight soon became "part and parcel" of the lighthouse. Two or three loads more were brought, after th' lessoll

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2:3 BRAVE AND BOLD. of experience obtained in getting the first, with but com paratively little difficulty; and at six o'clock the tower re ceived its capstone at a height of six feet from the ground, and twelve from the water. The lighthouse was then inaugurated by a volley of cheers. A hollow pumpkin of last year's growth, contain ing a lighted candle, was placed upon the apex; and then the boats departed for home. At eight o'clock, when the darkness had gathered upon the lake, they saw the light from their homes, and had the satisfaction of knowing that the lightkeeper was watchfu l of the safety of vessels in those waters. As Charles Hardy passed through the grove on his way home, after the club separated, he met Tim Bunker, who was apparently awaiting his coming. CHAPTER XII. THE CONSPIRACY. ''Well, Charley, my pipe is out," said Tim Btmker, as he joined his lateassociate in the club. "It was rather sudden," replied Charles, disconcerted by the meeting, for he had actually made up his mind to keep out of Tim's way. "I didn't e,xpect any such thing." "I did; I knew old Sedley meant to get rid of me." Tim always knew everything after it was done. He was a very profound prophet, but he had sense enough to keep his predktions to himself. "You did not say so," added Charles, who gave the Bunker credit for all the sagacity he claimed. "It was no use; it would only have frightened you, and you are chickenish enough without any help. But no matter, Charley; for my part, I am glad he turned me out. He oi:Iy saved me the trouble of out myself." "Did you really m?,11 to leave?' "To be sure I did." what for ?" "Because I didn't like the company, tQ say nothing of being nosed around by Frank Sedley, Bill Bright or who ever happened to be coxswain. If you had been coxswain, Charley, I wouldn't minded it," replied Tim, adroitly. "But I wouldn't nose the fellows around," replied Charles, tickled with Tim's compliment. "I know you wouldn't ; but they wouldn't make you the coxswain. They hate you too much for that." "It is strange they haven't elected me," said Char1es, musing. "That's a fact! You know more about a boat than three-quarters of them." "I ought to." "And you do." Charles had by this time forgotten the promise he had made to Capt. Sedley-forgotten the good resolution he had made to himself. Tim's flattery had produced its de sired effect, and all the ground which the Bunker had lost was now regained. "I am sorry they turned you out, Tim," said he. "I am glad of 1t. They will turn you out next, Charley." "Mer-"Yes.. "Yvhy should they r "Because they don't like you." "They wouldn't do that." "Don t you believe it," replied Tim, shaking his head, and putting on a very wise look. "I'll bet they'll turn you out in less than a month." "Do you know anythi .ng about it?" "Not much." They had now reached the end of the grove, and Tim suggested that they should take seats and "talk over matters." Charles readily assented, and they seated them selves by the margin of the lake. "What do you know, Tim?" asked Charles, his curios ity very much excited. "I only know that they don't like you, and they mean to turn you out." "I don't believe it." "Do you mean to tell me I lie?" "No, no; only I can't think they would turn me out." "I heard Frank say as much," replied Tim, indifferently. "Did you?" "To be sure I did." Charles stopped to think how mean it was of Frank to try to get him out of the club; how hypocritical he was, to treat him as a friend when he meant to injure him. It did not occur to him that Tim had told a falsehood, though it was generally believed that he had as lief tell a lie as the truth. "You are a fop! if you let them kick you out, as they did me," continued Tim. "What can I do?" "Leave yourself." "Next week is vacation, and we have laid out some :firstrate fun." "There will be no fun, let me tell you." "What do you mean, Tim?" "If you want to be the coxswain of a boat as good as the Zephyr next week, only say the word," replied Tim, slap ping him on the back. "How can that be?" asked Charles, looking with sur prise at his companion. "And you shall have as good a crew as the Zephyr; better fellers than they are, too." "I don't understand you." "You shall in due time." "Tell me what you mean, Tim?" "Will you join us?" "Tell me about it, first." "And let you blow the whole thing?" "I won't say a word." "Will you promise not to say anything?" "Yes." "Will you swear it?" Tim had read a great many "yellow-covered" books in his time, in which tall buccaneers with long beards and bloodshot eyes required their victims to "swear," and he seemed to attach some importance to the ceremony. Charles "swore," though with c onsiderable reluctance, not to reveal the secret when it should be imparted to him. "You must join our society, now." "Society?" ,.Yes; we meet to-night at eight o'clock, in the woods back of my house."

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BRAVE AND BOLD. .t 23 _'1What sort of a is it, Tim?" asked Charles, with a great many m1. sg1vmgs. "That you shall learn when we meet. Will you come?" '''My father won't let me go out in the eyening.1' ''Run put, then." rim suggested various expedients for deceiving his parents, and finally Charles promised to attend the meeting. 'iY ou haven't told me the yet." ''The society is going to camp on Center Island next week, and we are going to take the and the Bitft3rfly with us." "Take them ? lfow are you going to get them?" "'\Nhy1 take them, you fool." ''Do you mean to steal them ?11 "Humph l We mean to take them." "But do you suppose Capt. Sedley and George weston will let you keep them?" "They can't help themselves. vVe shall take the Sylph, and every pther boat on the lake, with us, so that no one can reach us: Do you understand?;' ''I do; but how long do you mean to stay there?" "All the we(lk." And sleep on the ground?" "\Ve can have a tent.'1 How will you live?" "vVe shall carry off enough to eat beforehand. Then, yon we can sail aii much as we please, and have a :fj.rstrate time on the island. I shall be coxswain of boat, and you shall of the other if you like." 'But we shall have to come home some time." .. In about a week." ''\,Vhat would mv father do to me then?" "Nothing, if you manage rigqt. If he offers to, just tell him you will run away and go to sea. He won't do no thing then r don't kno\\' about that." "He won't kill you, anyhow And you will have a w1:ek's fun, such as you never had before in your life." "The Zephyrs won't have anything to do with me after that." "They hate you, Charley, and all they want is to get you out of the club. You are a fool if you don't leave your self." Charles paused to consider the precious scheme which had thus been revealed to him. To spend a week' on the island, and not only be his own master for that time, but command one of the boats, pleased him very much. It was so romantic, and so grateful to his vanity, that he was tempted to comply with the offer. But then, the scheme was full of peril. He would "lose caste" with the Zephyrs; though, if Tim's statement was true, he was already sac rificed. H is father punish him severely; but haps Tim's suggestion would be available, and he knew his mother would be so glad to see him when he returned that she wouid save him from the effects of his father1s anger. His conscience assured him, too, that it would be wrong for him to engage in such a piece of treachety toward his friends; but Tim doclared they were not hls friends-that they meant to ruin him. Thus he reasoned over the matter, and thus he gCJt rid of the objections as fast as they occurred to him. While he was thinking about it, Tim continued to describe in glow ing colors the fun they could have; occasionally relating some adventure of "Mike Martin," "Dick Turpin'' or other villain, whose lives and were the only litera ture he ever read. But Charles could not fall at once. There were some difficulties which he could not get over. It was wrong to do as Tim proposed ; it so written on his soul. The "stiil small voice" could not be siltmced. As fast as he reconciled one objection, ailother came up, and something in his bosom kept saying, 'fYou must not do it.ii The more he thought, the more imper-ativi;: was the command. "Run away as fast you can !'' said the voice within him. "YotJ are tempted ; flee from the tempta tion." "I guess I won't join you, Tim," said he. "You won't; eh?" replied Tim, with a sneer. "I think not; I don't believe it is right. But I won't say anything about it." "I rather guess you won't. It be safe for you to do so." "I won't, upon my honor, Tim," replied Charles, rising from his seat, and edging away from hi.s dangerous cem panion. "Look here, Charley Hardy; in one you've got to join the Rovers." ;'The what?" "That's the name of the society," answered Tim, who h:::d mentioned it without intending tQ do so It was certainly a piratical -appellation, and Charles was not prepossesed by it in fav:or of the society. It had a ring of bold and daring deeds, his studies had not prepared him to entertain a veri high opinion of Tim's heroes, Dick Turpin and Capt. h.idd . "You can't back out now 1 Master Hardy," continued Tim. "I don't want to join you, but I won't say a word." "Very well, my fine fellow !" and Tim arose and walked away toward home. Charles did not like this. He was afraid of Tim; afraid that some terrible thing would happen to him if he did not keep on the right side of him. Like thousands of others, he had not the courage to do bis duty, and leave the consequences to take care of them selves. He was more afraid of the Bunker than of the fro;vns of an accusing conscience. "I say, Tim!" he called. "Well, what you want now?" replied Tim, stopping. "Suppose I don't join?" "Then you will be in Rippleton jail before to-morrow night; that's all." "What for?" "No matter; if you come to the meeting to-night, all right; if you jail;" and Tim hastened away, heedless of Charles' calls. "Rippleton j;iil What coi1ld he mean by that?" He felt guilty, and 11i.s heart beat so violently that he could hardiy breathe. The stolen purse, which still lay buried on Center Island, seemed to hai.mt hin1, all with that he com1ected Tim's dreadful threat. His con federate meant to charge him with stealing it. It was all very plain, and his conscience told him how justly he would be accused. He could not go to jail innocent, as Tony had. and be borne home in triumph from Jhe court by the boat club.

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BRAVE AND BOLD. ''.Nothing," replied Charles, promptly, as he tried to laugh. "You act rather queerly this afternoon; just as though you had something on your mind." "Oh, no; nothing of the kind." "I hope you don't regret the expulsion of Tim Bunker." "Certainly not." Charles tried to be gay after that; but he could not. There was a weight upon his soul which bore him down, and he felt like a criminal in the presence of his compan i ons He was glad when the club landed, and the members s eparated-glad to get away from them, for their happy, innocent faces were a constant reproach to him. Sunday was a day of rest; but every moment of it was burdened with a sin against God and against himself. Every moment that he delayed to repent was plunging him deeper and deeper in error and crime. Strangely enough, the minister preached a sermon about the Prndigal Son; and the vivid picture he drew of thj return of the erring wanderer so deeply affected the youthful delinquent that he fully resolved to do his duty, and expose the Rovers' scheme. The money had been spent in part; but, if they sent him to jail, it would be better than to continue in wickedness. Then he thought what Capt. Sedley would say to him; that the club would despise him: and that he would not be p e rmitted to join the sports of the coming week-to say nothing of being put in prison. But his duty vvas plain, and he had resolved to do it. He had decided to suffer the penalty of his transgression, whatever it might be, and get back again into the tight path as soon as he could. Happy would it have been for him had he done so. On his way home from church he unfortunately met Tim Bunker, who had evidently placed himself in his way to confir!fl his fidelity to the Rovers. Tim saw that he was meditating something dangerous to the success of his scheme. Charles was cold and dis tant. He appeared to have lost his enthusiasm. "If you play us false, it will be all up with you," said Tim, in a low, determined tone. "I can prove that you stole the purse. That's all." It was enough to overthrow all Charles' good resolution. His fickle mind, his shallow principle, gave way. Sti fling his convictions of duty, and silencing the "still small voice," he went home; and there was no joy in heaven over the returning prodigal. "Charles," said his father, sternly, as he entered the house "you were not at school yesterday!" "I got late and did not like to go," whined he. "\i\ T here were you ?" "Down at the village." "Go to your room, and don't leave it without permis sion." Charles obeyed. The consequences of his error were al ready beginning to overtake him. His father joined him soon after, and talked to him very severely. He was really alarmed, for Capt. Sedley had given him a hint concerning his son's intimacy with Tim Bunker. Charles was not permitted to leave his room that after noon, and his supper was sent up to him, but his mother brought it, and consoled him in his troubles-promising to prevent his father from punishing him any more. "Now, go tet bed, Charley; never do so again, and it will be all right to-morrow," said the weak mother, as she took her leave. But Charles did not go to bed. The family retired early; and, taking his greatcoat on his arm, he stole noise lessly out of the house. At nine o'clock he was at the ren dezvous of the Rovers. It was not deemed prudent to put their plans in execu tion till a later hour; and the band dispersed, with instruc tions to meet aga in in an hour at Flat Rock where the boats would be in readiness to take them off to the island : Tim and Charles, with four others, immediately repaired to the place where Joe Braman's boat, which had been hired for the enterprise, was concealed. Seating them selves in it, they waited till the hour had expired, and then, with muffled oars, pulled up to the Butterfly's house. The doors, which opened out upon the lake, were not fastened, and an entrance was readily effected. The boat was loosed, pushed out into the lake without noise, and towed down to the Zephyr' s house. But here the doors were found to be fastened ; and one of the boys had to en ter by a window, and draw the bolt. The boat was then secur e d without difficulty. "Now, Charley, you get into the Zephyr with two fel-lows, and tow the Sylph off," said Tim, in a whisper. "Shan't I get my crew first?" "Just as you like." Charles and his two compani 011s got into the Zephy1 and worked her down t;o the rock, where he received his crew. It was found then that some of the Rovers had not yet made their appearance, so t hat there were only ten boys to each boat. Although the success of the criminal undertaking re quired the utmost caution, Charles found his command were disposed to be very boisterous, and all his effort! would hardly ke e p them quiet. After some trouble, got away from the shore; but his crew, from the want oJ discipline, were utterly incapable of pulling in concert They had not taken three strokes before they were all iri confusion-tumbling off the thwarts, knocking each othet in th e back, and each swearing at and abusing 0his com panions. "Hold your jaw, there!" called Tim Bunker, in a low tone, from the Butterfly. "Cease rowing!" said 01arles. But they would not "cease rowing," and the prosped was that a general fight woul d soon ensue in spite of all the coxswain's efforts to restore order. At last Tim came alongside, and rapping two or three of the turbulen1 Rovers over the h e ad with a boathook, he succeeded in quieting them. After several attempts Cha.rles got them so they could pull without knocking each other out of the boat; but he was heartily disgusted with his crew, and would gladly have escaped from them, even if Rippleton jail had yawned to r eceive him. After half a dozen trials he placed the Zephyr alongside the Sylph, let go her moorings, and took her in tow. The Rovers then pulled for the islandj but the passage thither was long and difficult.

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' BRAVE AND BOLD. CHAPTER XIV. TlIE CAMP ON THE ISLAND. As the crew of the Zephyr tugged at their oars, their imperfect discipline imposing double labor upon them, Charles had an opportunity to consider his positton. The bright color of romance which his fancy had given to the enterprise was gone. The night air was cold and damp, and his companio11s in error were repulsive to him. There was no pleasure in commanding such a motley crew of ill natured and quarrelsome bullies, and if it had been pos sible, be wottld have fled from them. 'i\ T ho plunges into vice may find himself in a: snare from which he cannot escape though he would. At last they reached the island, and the Syiph was an chored near the shore. There was a great deal of hard work to be done; but each of the Rovers seerr.ed to expect the others would do it. "Now, Charley, ever_)ihing is right SIJ far,'' said Tim Bnnker, whose pllrty had just drawn Joe Braman's boat upon the beach. "Everything is wrong," Charles wanted to say, but Tim was too powerful to be lightly offended. "I can do nothing with such a crev:; as that," whined he. "They won't mind, and every fellow wants his own way." "Hit 'em, if they don't mind," replied Tim. "I think we had better spend .an hour in drilling them. Vve can't handle the boat as it is." "We must get the tents up before we do anything else. You go after the stakes and poles, and I will get the pro visions." Before the crews returned to the boats, Tim made a lit tle speech to upon the necessity of order; r,romising, if any boy did not obey, he would thrash him 'within an inch of his life." "Now tumble into the boats. and, 01arley, if any feller don't do what you tell him, let me know it, and I will lick hitn for vou!' "All aboard!" said Charles. are we going now ?" asked one of his crew. "No matter j all you have got to do is to obey orders," replied Charles, sharply. "Say that again!" sairl the fellow, with an oath, as he doubled up his fist, and menaced the unfortunate cox swain with a thrashing. "Hallo, Tim!" shouted Charles, who dared not venture to carry out the Bunker's summary policy. "Wnat's the row? said Tim, as he hastened to the spot. "I can't do anything with this crew; here is a fe!Jow shaking his fist in my face." "Let him be civil then," added the tefractory Rover. "It was you, was it, Barney?" said Tim, as he stepped into the boat. "I'll bet it was," teplied the fellow, standing upon the (;Jefensive. I "Take that, continued the "chief," as he btouglit his fist oown upon the rebel with such force that hll bled over the side of the boat into the water. "You want to get up a mutiny-donit you i'" The fellow scrambled ashore, wet through and shivering with cold. "You'll catch it for that, Tim Bunker!" growled Barney. "I'll teach you to mind. Now, Charley, put off, and don't be so stiff with them yet. They are not such chicken hearted pups as the Zephyrs, J can tell you;" and Tim stepped ashore. ''Take your oars; if you only do as I tell you, we shall get along very well/' said Charles. "'Ve can't do any thing ualess you mind." He then showed them how to get their oars out, and how to start together; but they did not feel interest enough in the proceEs to pay much attention to tha t he said, and several ineffectual attempts were made before they' got a fair start. "Hallo! Ain't you goin' to take me?" shouted Barney from the shore, as they wern leaving. "Vv'ill you obey orders?'' "Yes; but I won't be kicked." "Nobody wants to kick you," replied Charles, who, deeming that the rebel bad made a satisfactory concession, put back after him. "This ducking will be the death of me," said Barney, as he got into the boat. "A little hatd pulling will warm you, and when we get back, we shall make a fire on the island," answered Charles, in a conciliatory tone. "Now, ready-pull!" The Rovers worked brtter now, and the Zephyr moved with toleraule rapidity toward the shore; but it was very dark under the i:haclow of the trees, and Charles could not readily find the place where the materials for the tent had been concealed. Each of the crew thou g ht he knew more about the business than the coxswain; and in the scrap the Zephyr was run aground, heeled over 011 one side. and filled half full of water. It requ ired some time to bail h e r out; but it was accom plished at last, the stakes and poles put on board, and they rowed off to the island again. 'rim had arrived be fore him, and hacl landed the stores. "vVhere are the matches, Tim?" asked Charles. "What are you going to do?" "l\fake a fire." -"'Vhat for?" "Some of us are wet, and we can't see to put up the tents without it." "But a fire will betray us." "\Vhat m::i.tter? 'Ve are safe from pursuit.'' "Go it, then,'' replied Tim, as he handed Charles a btmch o1 matches. The fire was kindled, and it cast a cheerful light over the scene of their 9perations. "N'ow, Rovers, form a ring around the fire," said Tim, "and we will fix things for the future." The boys obeyed this order, though Barney, in consid eration of his uricornfortable tondition. was permitted to lie down beiore the fire aud dry his clothes. "I am the chiet of the band; I suppoi;e that is under stood," continued Tim. "Yes," they all replied. "And that 01arley Hardy is seco11d in command. He can handl e a boat, and the rest of you can't." "I don't know about that, interposed one of them. "He upset tbc boat on the beach."

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BRAVE AND BOLD. "That was because the crew did not obey or_ ders," re plied Charles. "He is second in command," replied Tim. "Do you agree to that ?" '"Yes," answered several, who were willing to the lead of the chief. "Very well; I shall command one party, and Charley the other; each in his own boat and on the island. Now we will divide each party into two squads, or watches." "\Vh:!t for?" asked Barney. "To keep watch, and do any duty that may be wanted of them." Tim had got this idea of an organization from his piratical literature. Indeed, the pla!l of encamping upon the island was an humble imitation of a party of bucca neers who had fortified one of the smallest of the islands of the West Indies. Two officers were chosen in each band to command the squads. Tim was shrewd enough to know that the more offices he created, the more friends he would insure members who would stand by him in trial and difficulty. In Charles' band, one of these offices was given to the turbulent Barney ; his fidelity was thus secured, and past differences reconciled. "Now, Charley; my crew shall put up one tent, and yours the other." "Very well," replied Charles, who derived a certain feel ing of security from the organization which had just been completed, and he began to feel more at home. The stakes were driven down, and the poles placed upon the forks; but sewing the cloth together for the cov ering was found to be so tedious a job that it was aban doned. The strips were drawn over the frame of the tent, and fastened by driving pins through it into the ground. Then it was found that there was only cloth enough to cover one tent. Tim's calculations had been defective. "Here's a pretty fix," said Tim. "I have it," replied Charles. "Come with me, Barney, and we will have the best tent of the two." Charles led the way to the Sylph, and getting on board of her by th.e aid of one of the boats, they proceeded to unbend her sails. "Bravo! Charley," said Barney. "That's a good idea; but why can't some of us sleep in this bit of a cuddy house ?" "So we can. Here is Uncle Ben's boat cloak, which will make a first-rate bed. Don't say a word about it, though, and you and I can have it all to ourselves." The saiis were carried ashore, and were ample covering for the tent. Dry leaves, which covered the ground, were then gathered up and put inside for their bed. "Now, Tim, they are finished, and for one, I begin to feel sleepy,'' said Charles. "\Ve can't all sleep, you know,'' added the prudent chief. "VI/by not ?" "We must set a watch." "I am too sleepy to watch," said Charles, with a long gape. "The clock has just struck one." "You needn t watch, you are the second in command." "I see," replied Charles, standing upon his dignity. "There are four watches, and each must do duty two hours a night. Who shall keep the first watch?" "I will," said Barney. "Good! You must keep the fire going, and have an eye to both sides of the island." "Ay, ay." "And you must go down to the boats time the clock strikes, to see if they are all right. If they should get adrift, you know, our game would be up." "I'll see to it." "At three o'clock you must call the watch that is to relieve you." "Who will that be?" "I," volunteered the three other officers of the watches, in concert. "Ben, you shall relieve him. If anything happens, call me." Tim and his followers then retired to their tent, and buried themselves in the leaves'. Charles ordered those of his band who were not on duty to "turn in"; saying that he wanted to warm his feet. The Royers were so fa tigued by their unusual labors that they soon fell asleep, and Charles then repaired to the little cabin of the Sylph. Arranging the cloak for his bed, he wrapped himself up in his greatcoat and lay down. Fatigued as he was, he could not go to sleep. The novelty of his situation, and the guilt, now that the excitement was over, which oppressed his conscience, ban ished that rest his exhausted frame required. He heard the village clock strike two and three ; and then he arose, unable to endure the reproaches of his own heart. "What a fool I am !" he exclaimed to himself; and a flood of tear s came to his relief. "To desert my warm bed, my h a ppy home, the friendship of my club, for such a set of fellows as this Oh, how I wish I had not come !" Leaving the cabin, he seated himself in the stern sheets of the boat. The bright stars had disappeared, and the sky was veiled in deep, black clouds. The wind blew very fresh from the north e ast, and he was certain that a se vere storm was approaching. He wept bitterly when he thought of the gloomy prospect. He ha,d repented his foll:>'.r 'and wo ttld have given the world to get away fr o m the island. Ah, a lucky thought 1 He could escape The Rovers were all asleep ; the fresh breeze would soon drive the Sylph to the land, and he could return home, and perhaps not be missed. It was p.p easy thing; and without further reflection, he unfastened the cable and dropped it overboard. The Sylph immediately commenced drifting away from the island. Taking the helm, he put her before the wind, and was gratified to observe that she made very good headway. The clock struck four, and he heard the footsteps of the watch upon the shore. "Boat adrift !" shouted Ben, who was the officer of the watch. The words were repeated several times, and in a few moments he heard Tim's voice summoning his crew. Then the Butterfly dashed down upon him, and his hopes died within him. But he had the presence of mind to crawl back again to the cabin; and when Tim came on board, he had the appearance of being sound asleep, so that the chief did not suspect his treachery

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BRAVE AND BOLD. CHAPTER XV. TH. E ESC.'tPE. Monday was a cold, dreary, disagreeable day. The wind continued northeast; a fine, drizzly rain was falling, and a thick fog had settled over the lake, which effectually concealed the camp of the Rovers from the main shore. An excursion had been planned for the day by the two boat clubs; but the weather was so unpropitious that it was abandoned. About nine o'clock, however, the members of the clubs began to assemble at their halls in search of such recreation as could be found indoors. Frank opened the ZephJr'S boathouse as usual, and great was his dismay when he discovered that the boat was not in its berth. Calling Uncle Ben from the stable, he announced to him the astounding intelligence that the Zcpltyr had been stolen l "What does it mean, Uncle Ben?" he asked. in deep anxiety. "I can't tell you, Frank; only, as you say, it has been stolen. It couldn't have broken adrift." "Of course not; and one Of the windows is open." "That accounts for it," replied Uncle Ben, as he walked down the boathouse and looked out upon the lake. "I will take the Sylph and hunt it up." "Let me go with you, Uncle Ben." "My eyes! but the Sylph is gone, too!" exclaimed the veteran, as he perceived the moorings afloat where she usually Jay. "Strange, isn't it?" Uncle Ben scratched his head, and did not know what to make of it "Here comes Tony, running with all his might," con t.im1ed Frank. "\Vhat's the matter, Tony?" "Somebody has stolen the Butterfly!" gasped Tony, out of breath. "And the Zc.ph3r and the Sylph!'' Several of the members of the club now arrived, and the matter was thoroughly discussed. 'ewho do you suppose e:tole them?" said Frank. "Who? vVhy, Tim Bunker, or course," replied Fred. "But he must have had some help." "Perhaps not; he has done it to be revenged, because your father turned him out of the dub." "Very likely." "Mavbe he'll smash them up," William ) Bright. "Have you seen anything of Charlt1s this .morning?" asked Mr. Hardy, entering the boathouse at this moment. "No, sir." "He did not sleep at home last night." The Zepl]yrs looked at each other with astonishment, and most of them, probably, connected him with the dis appearance of the boats. His intimacy with Tim BL1nker created a great many painful misgivings, especialiy when Mr. Hardy told them that his son had played truant on Saturday ; and one of the boys had heard of his being seen with Tim on that day. Vario11s other facts were elicited, which threw additional light upon the ioss the boats. Mr. Hardy was in great distress. It was clear that his son had wandered farther from the path t,if truth than he had eve.r suspected. Frank had gone up to the house to inform his father of the loss of the boats -and Capt. Sedley soon joined the party. 1 As nothing could be done at present on the lake, Capt. Sedley ordered his horse, with the intention of driving around it in search of the fugitive and of the boats. Mr. Hardy was invited to go with him. On their arrival at Rippleton they fat.ind that Tim Bunker was missing, as well as a great many other boys. They continued to examine the shores of the lake till they reached Joe Braman's house, on the north side. Capt. Scdley inquired for his boat; and Joe, after trying to evade the truth, confessed that he had fet it to Tim for a week, but did not know where he had gone with it. "Have you discovered anythi11g, Ben?" asked Capt. Seclley. "Yes, sir; l heard voices in the direction of Center Island." "They are there, then," replied Capt. Sedley, as he re paired to the boathouse. About one o "clock the fog lifted, and revealed to the astonished party the camp of the Rovers. A large fire burned near the two tents, around which the boys were gathered, for the weather was so inclement as to render Tim's enterprise anything but romantic. The Sylph, the two club boats, and Joe Braman's "gondola" lay near the shore, apparently uninjured "This is a mad fr,olic," said Capt. Sedley; ''but we may be thankful it is no worse." "My boy in company with such young scoundrels!" added Mr. Hardy, bitterly. ''He is sick of them and the adventure I will warrant." "I hope so." "Charles never did like Tim Bunker," suggested Frank. "What is to be done?'' asked Mr. Hardy. "Vv e can do nothing; they have all the boats. They have managed well, and we are helpless." "Can't we build a raft, father?" added Frank. "If we did, they would take to the boats and keep out of our way. Go to the house, Frank, and bring me the spy glass. We will examine them a. little more closely." "They'll get enough on't afore to-morrow," said Uncle Ben. "It will cure them of camping out." "Tim said, the last time he was with us, that we ought to camp out," added William. "The best way is to Jet them have it out till they are sick on't," Uncle Ben. "It won't hurt 'em; they won't get the scurvy." Capt. Sedley took the glass on Frank's return, and examined the camp. By its aid he obtained a very correct idea of their encampnient. The Rovers were at dinner, and be recognized Charles Hardy and several of his com panions. The glass was taken by several of the party ; and, after this examinatio n, even l\fr. Hardy concluded that it was best to make a merit of necessitv, and let the foolish bovs have out their frolic. Stien after, the Rovers took to the boats, and pulleGl up the lake. 'fhet1 i the anxious party on shore discovered that Charles was in comn:iand of the Zt!phyr. With the hel? 0 the spyglass they were ahle to form a very correct idea of the state of feeling on board the boats. Tbare was a great deal of qu(lrreling in both; and after they had

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BRAVE AND BOLD. 29 been out half an hour a regular fight occurred in the X r:phyr. About five o'clock they returned to the island, and be fore dark it began to rain. All the evening a great nre blazed on the island; but the frail tents of the Rovers must have been entirely inadequate to protect them from the s e verity of the weather. At nine o'clock the Zephyrs, who had spent the evening in the hall, went home, leaving Unc!e Ben, who had been d e pnted b}'. Capt. Sedley to watch the Rovers, still gazing through his 111ght-glass at the camp fires on the island. Soon after, discordant cries wefo wafted over the waters and it was plain to the veteran that there was "trouble the The sounds see:i1ed to indicate that a fight was m progress. After a tune, however, all was quiet again, and the old sailor sougl ; t his bed. _During the night it c!eared off, and was a bright, pleasant day. It was found in the morning that one of the tents had been moved awav from the other. About nine o'clock all the Rovers gathered on the beach but they were divided into two pHties, and there seemed to be a viole11t dispute between them. One of the parties, as they attempted to get into the Zephyr, was assaulted b;v the othe_r, and a fight ensued, in which neither gained a victory. 1 hen a parley, and each party took one of the boats and pulled away from the island. It was observed that Charles was no longer the coxswain. The boats went in different ..-t flay Mr. Walker arrived at Rippleton him s e lf. The nob l e-hearted gentleman seemed be in tm usually good spirits, and the boys noticed that he and Capt. Sedle_Y often significant glances. They were all satisfied that somethmg was about to happen but they could not imagine what. Frank and Tony had been requested to invite their friends to assemble at Zephyr Hall at nine o'clock on \Vednesday morning; so that when Mr. 'vValker the hall with Capt. Sedley, the whole to the number of over seventy, were gathered there. Charles !f ardy was there with the rest; but he seemed to be a different boy. He had lost that forwardness

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BRAVE AND BOLD. which harl often rendered him a disagree.able companion. He had been forgiven; Mr. \i'/alker had spoken to him very kindly, and all his friends treated him as though n6thing had happened; but for all this, he could not feel right. His sufferings were not yet ended; repentance will not banish at once the remembrance of former sin and error. There was a deep feeling of commiseration manifested toward him by his associates. "He was to them the returned prodigal, and they would fain have killed the fatted calf in honor of his happy restoration. The Zephyrs and the Butterflies wore their uniforms, and Mr. Walker was so excited that all the boys were sure a good time was before them; though, as the boats had not yet been recovered, they were at a loss to determine the nature of the sports to which they had been invited. T)ie Rovers still maintained themselves on the island. The rupture between Tim and Barney had evidently been healed; for both parties seemed to mingle as though noth ing had occurred to mar their harmonious action. The boys at the boathouse were not kept long in sus pense in relation to their day's sport. Capt. Sedley f(!)rmed them into a procession, when all had arrived, and, after appointing Fred Harper chief mars hal, directed them to march down to Rippleton, cross the river, and halt upon the other side till be came. when they reached the plai;:e they found Uncle Ben there, and soon after were joined by Capt. Sedley and Mr. Walker. "Follow us," said the former, as he led the way down to a little inlet of the lake, whose waters were nearly inclosed by the land. "Hurrah!" shouted Fred Harper. suddenly, when he obtained a view of the inlet, and the cry was taken up by the whole party. "The fleet! The fleet!" was passed from mouth to mouth; and unable to control their excitement. they broke their ranks and ran with all their might down to the water's edge. I will not attempt to describe the wild delight of the boys when they beheld the splendid boats. The bright vision of a fleet, which they had so cheerfully abandoned to be enabled to do a good and generous deed, was real ized. Here was the fleet, far surpassing in grandeur their most magnificent ideal. Five boats! And the Zephy1' and the Butterfly would make seven! "You have done this!" exclaimed Frank, as Mr. \tValker approached. "Your father and I together did it. Now, boys, if you will form a ring we will explain." "Three cheers for Mr. v\Talker first," suggested Tony. They were given, and three more for Capt. Seclley. "My lads, I heard all about your giving up the fleet to help Mr. :tlfunroe out of trouble. It was noble-heroic; and I have since taken pains to inform myself as to the manner in which you conducted yourself after the brave sactifice. As far as I can learn, not a regret has been expressed at the mode in which your money was appl1ed. Here is your reward," and he pointed to the boats. "They are the gift of Capt. Sedley and myself. I am sorry that these Rovers have taken your other boats: but it enables us to observe the difference between good boys and bad boys. Nay, Master Hardy, you not blush; for, though you have erred, you have behaved heroically; you risked your life to esc a pe from them; you are forgiven." This speech was received with shouts of applause, and Charles Hardy stepped forward with tears in his eyes to thank the kind gentleman for his generosity toward him. "Now, boys," said Capt. Sedley, "we are going to re cover the lost boats." "Hurrah!" shouted all the boys. "Two of these boats, you perceive, c arry twelve oars each. The crew of the Zephyr will man the Bluebird." The Zephyrs obeyed the order. "The crew of the Butterfly will man the Rainbow," con tinued Capt. Sedley. The Butterflies seated themselves in the new boat. "This is merely a temporary arrangement, and when we get the other boats we shall organize anew. We want practiced oarsmen for our present service. \i'vhile we are absent, Unde Ben will instruct the rest of the boys in rowing." Capt. Sedley and Mr. Walker then seated themselves in the stern sheets of the Bluebird. "Now pull for Center Island," said the former. "Tony, you will follow us." The two boats darted out of the inlet, leaving Uncle Ben in charge of the "recruits. The Lily and the Dart were eight-oar boats, while the Dip carried only four, and was designed as a "tender" for .the fleet. Uncle Ben assigned places to the boys, though there were about thirty left after the oars were ali manned. After an hour's drilling. he got the crews so they could work together, and the boats were then em ployed in conveying the rest of the party over to the boat house. The others in their turn were instructed; and before noon Uncle Ben had rendered them tolerably proficie nt in the art of rowing. When the Bluebird reached Center Island, Tim had just embarked in the Butterfly, a11d Barney was preparing to do the same in the Zephyr. The Rovers were utterly confounded at this unexp e cted invasion of their domain, and hastily retreated from the be2.ch. Vvilliam Bright, who was the coxswain of the Bluebird, ran her alongside the Zephyr, and took her in tow. In like manner they took possession of the Sylph and the "gondola," leaving the Rovers alone in their glory," with no means ot escaping from the island. with the three boats in tow, they pulled for the beach. "Kow for the Butterfly," said Capt. Sedley, as he placed the S'ylph in charge of Uncle Ben, and directed William Bright to steer up the lake. Away dashed the Bluebird. The excited crew had ob served the Butterfly about a mile off, pulling toward the river. Tim Bunker, at this safe distance, had paused to observe the movements of the invaders. He was as much confounded as Barney had been, and seemed to be at a loss what to do; but when he saw the Bluebird headed to ward him, he ordered his crew to pull for the river. "Steady, boys!" said Capt. Sedley, when they had ap proached within a quarter of a mile of the chase. "Proba bly they will run her ashore and leave her." But Tim did not mean to do anything of the kind, and was running the Butterfl31 directly for the river. "They will dash her in pieces, I fear." continued th e director, when he perceived Tim's intention. "Pull slowly -put her about, and perhaps they will return."

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BRAVE AND BOLD. The Bluebird came around; but Tim dashed madly on, heedless of the rocks. "She strikes!" exclaimed Mr. \\Talke r ''Round again--quick !" added Capt. Sedley. "They wi!l a11 be drowned! She fills! There they go!" l he Butterfly had stove a hole in her bow; in an in stant $he _was filled with water, and, careening over, threw h e r crew mto th e lake, where thev were strugo-1ing for life. "Yot:r boat is stove, Tony," said Capt. Sedley to the the Butterfly, who had exchanged places w1Lh Fred rtarper, for the chase. "Never mind the boat; save the boys!" replied Tony. "Bravo! my little hero 1" exclaimed l\Ir. \i'l/alker. In a few moment:>; the Bluebird reached the scene of tl_1e di s a s t e r. The B11tterff,y was so light that she did .not smk; and mos t of the Rovers were supporting themselves by holding on at her gunwale. Tim and two or three more had swum a shore and one wottlcl have been drowned i f assistanc e had not reached him when it did. discomfited Rovers were rescued from their perilous s ituation, and after a severe reprimand, were landed at the nearest shore. Tim made his escape; but probably r : one of them have sinc e felt any inclination to imitate the freebooters. The Butte rfly was towed down to her house, and taken out of the water. It was found that two of her planks ha? been stove. and that the damage could be easily re p:med. 1'Ir. Walker. proposed sending to Boston for a builder;. but Capt. Sedle,y was sure that Uncle Ben, 'nth the as.'3lstance of the wheelwright, could repair her quite as well. The to the and the boys were d1sm1ssed till three o clock. The situation of the Rovers on the island was next disct.1ssed by Capt. Sedley and 11r. Vv alkcr, and it was decided that as Tim had escaped, it was not expedient to punish his companions. who were less guilty. So Uncle Ben, with Frank and Tony, was sent off to bring them ashore. Barney and his band were glad enough to get off. They freely ack-nowl edged that they had had enough of "campin,g out." It was not what they anticipated. Nearly all of them had t a k e n severe colds, and since the rain on Monday nio-ht which had spoiled their provisions, they ha..c;} been starved. Barney declared that they meant to return the boats that night, and if Capt. Sedley would them off" this time, they would never do such a thing again. Like Charles, they had been punished enough, and with some good advice they were lY!M"mitted to depart. How they made peace with their pare..nts I cannot say; but probably many of them 'had to take it." As for Ti,m Bunker he did not show his face in Rippktcn again, but made' his to B.oston, where he shipped in a vessel bound for the F.'.ast Irtches; and everybody m town was glad to get rid of htm. Thus ended tl1e famous "camping out" of the Rovers. It was a pleasant an_d romantic thing to think about; but the reality was sufficient to effect a radical curq and convince them that .books" did nGt tell the truth. At three o'clock the. boys reassembled. and the crews were organized and officers selected. By a. unanimous vote, Frank 5ed1ey wns chosen commodore '0 the fleet. The next the Butterfly was repaired, and the sql1adron made 1ts first voyage around the lake. CHAPTER XVII. CONCLUSION. I suppose, as the present volume completes the his tory of the Boat Club, that my young readers will wish to something' of U1e subsequent fortunes of the prominent characters of the association. It gives me pleasure to say, that not one of them has been recreant to opportunities, or abandoned his high standard of ch;::racter; moral, mental and physical discipline of the organization has proved salutary in the highes t degree. The members of the boat clubs are now active members of society. Each is pullinCT an oar or steerin..,. 1 b I '' 0 11s. ark, on t 1e great ocean of life. Frank Sec!ley is a lawyer. His fath e r has gone to enjoy his reward m !he world beyond the grave; and Frank, yvho was m.arned a year ago to Mary Weston, resides 111 the mansion by the lake. His brilliant talents and un spotted integrity have eievated him to a respectable pos i !t0ti., for one so young) in the legal profess ion; and there is no doubt but that he will arrive at eminence in due time. Uncle Ben is still alive, and continues to dwell at the mansion of .the Sedleys. The boats are still in being, and are manned by the boys belonging to the school-under the direction of the veteran. Tony \i\Teston is a merchant. At the age of seventeen he was taken into the counting-room of Mr. \Valker, and at admitted as an equal partner. The man is v :hat the boy was-noble, generous, kind. Strange as it may seem, only one boy of the whole number has become a sailor. Fred Harper went to sen when he le!t and was recently appointed master of a fine clipper ship, bound for India. Little Paul is a journeyman carpenter. He is in a humble sphere, but none the less respected on that account. His father who recovered his health. paid the notes he had made to the clubs. The money was epplied to the purchase of books and a philosophical apparatus, which rendered the winter evenings of the clubs still more attract ive. Squire Chase "worked out his destiny" in and was so thoroughly despised that he found it convement to leave the place. Perhaps my readers will a surprised when I tell them that Charles Hardy is a m1111ster of the gospel. He was recently settled in a small town in Connecticut. The boat club changed his character-purged it of the evil, and confirmed the uood and he is now a humble and devoted laborer jn vine yard of the Master. Wood Lake is still beautiful, and the remembrances of former days are still lovingly cherished by Frank and Tony. who reside on its ban! s. The Zephyr and Butterflv, though somewhat battered and worm eaten. are occa sionally. seen, near the close of
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