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Title: The Academy Boys in Camp

Author: Mrs. S. F. Keene

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[Illustration: "One dive, and then you must come out."]




                           *THE ACADEMY BOYS
                                IN CAMP*


                            *BY S. F. SPEAR*



                           LONDON, EDINBURGH,
                           DUBLIN, & NEW YORK
                             THOMAS NELSON
                                AND SONS
                                  1909




                              *CONTENTS.*

      I. The Roll-call
     II. A Costly "Yes"
    III. Off for Whaleback
     IV. In Camp
      V. The Swimming-pool
     VI. The Fog-storm
    VII. The Wreck
   VIII. Anemone Pool
     IX. A Day of Freedom
      X. Boys in a Trap
     XI. The Escape
    XII. The Missing Boys
   XIII. On Board the "Una"
    XIV. Tribulations
     XV. The Little Cabin
    XVI. A Wretched Night
   XVII. A Surprise
  XVIII. The Greeting
    XIX. Improving the Time
     XX. The Two Matches
    XXI. A Full Day
   XXII. Tents Down




                        *LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS.*


"One dive, and then you must come out" . . . . . . _Frontispiece_

"It was a fellow about your size"

He pushed open the door and fell upon Joe

Away went the basket to the wreck

"There, Ben, how does that sound?" he asked

The two boys watched the sport

Ralph put his hand in the outstretched palm of the teacher

"Now!  All together!" (missing from book)




                      *THE ACADEMY BOYS IN CAMP.*



                              *CHAPTER I.*

                            *THE ROLL-CALL.*


Groups of excited boys were gathered in the school-room of Massillon
Academy one morning in June, near the end of the term.

So busy were they with their conversation that the bell had sounded
twice before they began to disperse, and even then the last words were
exchanged as they went to their seats.

"Order!" was the stern command from the teacher’s desk.

Quiet at once followed, and the roll was called as usual, followed by
morning devotions.

Then Mr. Bernard came forward to the edge of the platform, and said
quietly, "The leaves containing the lesson for the day have been torn
from my ’Anabasis,’ and a rumour has reached me that all the class-books
have been similarly mutilated.  Let those who have thus lost portions of
their books stand up."

Fifteen boys, the entire class, sprang to their feet as if they had been
waiting for the signal--some with a laugh, as if they considered it a
good joke; others indignant; and all with an air of excitement and
expectation, knowing that the offender was sure to be called to account.

Mr. Bernard glanced from face to face with short, sharp scrutiny, and
said, without further comment, "Be seated."

Taking the large school ledger from the desk, he said, "I will call the
roll.  Let each boy answer on his honour.  If you say ’No,’ I shall
understand that you had nothing to do with planning or executing this
mischief."

There were eighty-five boys in the Academy; and as their names were
called, each and all, from Adams to Warden, answered with a ringing
"No!"  After the last name there was a silence.

Mr. Bernard put aside the ledger, and surveyed the school.  A slow,
sweeping glance of the keen gray eyes searched every boyish face.

The most guilty-looking lad in the room was Joe Chester--"Little Joe" as
every one called him; and Joe Chester was above suspicion.

Mr. Bernard did not for a moment suspect that Joe’s confusion was the
result of guilt; but knowing the boy so well, he felt sure that he had
some knowledge of the offender, and that the knowledge was a burden.

After another glance along the seats where the older boys sat, the
teacher said, very soberly, and with a peculiar look in his searching
eyes: "Is it possible that we have a liar amongst us?  A LIAR!"

The boys shrank visibly from this plain speaking, but the teacher
repeated it slowly, "A LIAR!"

A lie was a deadly sin with Mr. Bernard, and the boy who would tell a
deliberate falsehood he considered mean enough and bad enough for any
wickedness.

He was a "liar," and no other word would describe him, even if he wore
the finest broadcloth, or stood at the head of the class.  The word had
been spoken almost in a whisper, but with such emphasis that it seemed
to ring through the school-room, and to come echoing back from the four
walls.

Every honest boy felt thankful that the word could not apply to him; and
some who had never considered an untruth a very shocking thing felt they
would never be guilty of another.

To the astonishment of all, after another silence, in which the echo of
the terrible word seemed still sounding through the room, Mr. Bernard
said quietly, "You are dismissed."

The matter was surely a serious one when they were dismissed so early in
the day with lessons unheard.  The boys passed out in silence, most of
them forgetting to be glad of a holiday.

Not till they were out of the building did any boy venture even to
whisper to his neighbour.

Some retired at once to their rooms; but most of the pupils gathered in
knots on the playground, to talk over the subject uppermost in the minds
of all.

Joe Chester was not ready to discuss the question, and was not intending
to join the crowd of talkers; but as he passed there was a cry:
"Chester!  Ho there, Chester!"

He waved his hand towards them, and was passing on, when one of the
older boys seized him roughly by the collar, and straightway pulled him
into one of the groups.

Joe struggled bravely to release himself; but being one of the smallest
boys in the class, he stood small chance of escaping his assailant; so
laughing good-naturedly, he allowed himself to be drawn into the centre
of the crowd of eager talkers.

"That’s right!  Don’t let him off till he gives a guess as to the
scamp!" shouted several boys.

"Perhaps he did it himself," said the tall youth who had appointed
himself policeman to collar Joe and bring him to the conclave.

"See here, Ralph Drayton, if I had been mean enough to play such a
miserable trick with the books, I wouldn’t be mean enough to deny it,"
said Joe stoutly, throwing his head back proudly, and looking the other
straight in the eye.

Drayton laughed derisively, and said with a sneer, "Oh, I forgot; he is
’Saint Bernard’s’ pet billy-goat. _He_ never would do anything bad,
would he?  Oh no."  Then in a change of tone, he added in a conciliatory
way, "Never mind me, Chester; of course I am funning.  No one suspects
_you_."

"No, I suppose not," said Joe coolly.

This he said with his honest blue eyes fastened searchingly on Ralph
Drayton’s small black ones.

The black eyes fell beneath the glance, but Drayton quickly recovered
himself, and loosing his grasp on Joe’s collar, said with a laugh, "I’ll
bet anything that the janitor did it!"

"Oh, pooh!  The janitor!" said a half-dozen boys derisively.

"What did _he_ care about the lesson?"

"Well, who then could it be?  If I could find out, I’d thrash him for
spoiling my book.  I’ll get a lecture from father at home when he sees
that torn book. You see my brother Nelson is coming next year, and he
will take my books as I leave them.  My copy was new too!" and Ralph’s
tone was one of righteous indignation.

Joe Chester was too impatient to listen longer, and turned to go; but
Drayton shouted, "Hold on, Chester! where are you going?"

"In," answered Joe shortly, motioning with his head towards the commons.

"Wait for me; I am going in too.  It’s no use to stand here and guess
who did the mischief."

Joe Chester walked straight on, but Ralph Drayton overtook him with
three strides.

As soon as they were out of hearing of the group on the playground,
Drayton turned suddenly and said, "See here, Joe Chester, what do you
know about this fuss?"

Joe walked on and made no answer.

"You know something.  I saw it in your eye just now back there, and I
saw it in your red face when old Bernard called the roll.  You can’t
cheat me!"

"Well, Drayton, I am sure I don’t want to cheat you. Yes, I do know
something about it."

"What! do you know who tore the books?"

"Yes."

This Joe said steadily, with his eyes upon Ralph’s face.

Both boys paused in their walk; and Joe, leaning back against the fence,
folded his arms.

"Who was it?"

"You want to know, really?"

"To be sure I want to know."

"Well, Drayton, it was a fellow about your size; and the sooner he goes
to Mr. Bernard and owns it, the better for him and for all the rest of
us."

[Illustration: "It was a fellow about your size."]

Drayton turned pale, and said, "Chester, do you mean that I did it?"

"I do mean just that."

Drayton’s fists doubled up threateningly, and he was about to assume a
fighting attitude, when he changed his plan, and tried to coax Joe.

"Oh come, Joe, you know better.  You are only chaffing.  I thought at
first that you were in earnest."

"You thought right then," added Joe dryly.

Drayton made no reply, but tried to stare indignantly at Joe.

The effort failed; his own eyes dropped before the steady, honest eyes
that looked him through.

"How do you know?--what made you think I did it?" added Drayton
hurriedly, fearing that he had admitted his guilt.

"I saw you burning paper in the garden last evening, and although I had
no idea then that you were up to mischief, I felt sure of it as soon as
I found the fellows all complaining about their books."

"Pooh! those were letters I was burning--some I didn’t want to carry
home."

"They were not letters, they were book-leaves.  I saw them plainly."

"Spy!" hissed Drayton furiously.  "You hung around and watched."

"I did not.  I was passing along that way because I left my geometry
under the big tree, and I had to finish my lesson before bedtime."

"Oh yes," sneered Drayton.  "You had time to take special notice of the
size of the paper.  You’d no business there; and I have a good mind to
thrash you within an inch of your life."

Joe laughed at this furious threat.  "I didn’t know you owned the
garden, or I would have kept out of it. As for thrashing, you know I
don’t thrash easy, even by a boy of your size.  You tried it once.  If
you think it will help you out of your scrape, you can try it again."

Drayton looked amazed.  Here was little Joe Chester not only defying
him, but actually laughing at his threat as if it were a joke.

"Well, I’ll tell you what it is, Chester: if you breathe a word about
this I will have my revenge somehow."

Chester began to look fierce now himself.  "Come, Drayton, you have
blustered and fumed long enough. You had better change your course.  I
am not easily frightened."

Drayton had reached the same conclusion, and, changing his tone, said
almost pleadingly,--

"Chester, if I am found out in this I’ll be sent home, and my father
would be awfully cut up if I had to leave this school.  He is in a hurry
to get me into college, and this would put me back if I get expelled.
Don’t you tell what you know, will you, Joe?"  Then he added hurriedly,
"I was an idiot to do it!  I knew it as soon as I tore out the first
leaf, which happened to be from Mr. Bernard’s book. After that was gone,
I was in for the business, and I just rushed it through."

"What put such a silly joke into your head?" asked Joe, curious to have
that explained.

"Oh, Ben Carver and I planned it together.  We thought it would be fun
to get up a fuss over the books; but Ben backed out."

"Then Ben Carver knows it too?" asked Joe, with a sigh of relief, as if
his burden were lightened by this assurance that some one else shared
the secret.

"Yes, Carver knows, but I can trust him.  He will just as soon lie as
not, though he hadn’t the pluck to carry out the plan.  It all rests
with you, Chester: if you will stand by me I shall come through all
right."

"Well, Drayton, I’ll do anything I can, except lie, for you.  You
needn’t ask that."

"What if Bernard asks if you know?"

"If he asks me that question plump and fair, I shall have to say yes."

Drayton looked frightened and pale.

"Then it is all up with me, for he _will_ ask as sure as fate."

"Now, Ralph, take my advice," said Joe, putting his arm over Drayton’s
shoulder.  "Go and tell Mr. Bernard the truth.  It isn’t too late.
Come; I will go with you."

The boy shook off Joe’s arm, and said, "Nonsense, Joe; he might forgive
the mischief, but he never would overlook the lie.  I would be expelled
at once. No, Joe, my only hope is in you.  If you won’t lie for me--"

"And you do not expect me to do that?" interrupted Joe proudly.

"No.  I suppose you wouldn’t lie to save yourself, and I can’t expect
you to for me, but I hate to go home in disgrace.  The fact is, though I
have been bragging around here, my father has pretty hard work to give
us boys an education.  Oh, such an idiot as I was!"

"Well, Drayton, I am sorry for you.  I really am; and you may depend on
me never to expose you.  I’ll let you do that yourself."

Drayton brightened up.

"Then you will keep mum?"

"Of course I will."

"Lie or no lie?"

"I didn’t say that at all.  If Mr. Bernard asks if I know, I shall be
obliged to say yes, but he can’t make me tell who did it."

"Not if he should threaten to expel you?"

Joe hesitated for a moment, and then said, "He would hardly do that, but
if he should,--no, not even then."

"Joe Chester, you are a good fellow!  Give us your hand!  Now mum is the
word!"




                             *CHAPTER II.*

                           *A COSTLY "YES."*


It was near the close of the summer term, the end of the school-year,
and the boys were looking forward with brightest anticipations towards
the camping season.  Provided their school reports had averaged well
throughout the year, the boys were given a fortnight of camp-life before
scattering to their several homes.

Sometimes they had gone to the mountains with their tents and
accoutrements for hunting and fishing; sometimes to Lake Myrtle; and
last year they had explored Barrimore river from the mouth to the
source.

This year Mr. Bernard had obtained permission to take his boys out to
Whaleback, an island containing about a hundred acres, uninhabited save
by the family of the lighthouse-keeper.

There they would be "monarchs of all they surveyed," and no one would be
disturbed by their noise--consequently no one to complain of "those
dreadful boys."

This excursion was the great treat of the year for the Academy boys, and
through the spring months it was the favourite theme for conversation.

Some ten or fifteen of the boys had forfeited their right to join the
excursion by bad conduct or incorrigible laziness with lessons; but
those who had reason to expect to go were already collecting and putting
in order fishing-tackle, guns, bows and arrows, and all the things that
boys consider essential to camp-life.

The rifle barrels were polished till they shone like steel mirrors; and
under the careful supervision of one of the teachers, the owners
practised with them two or three times a week.

The archery club had their targets set in the playground, and were in
daily practice, the members considering themselves rivals of the rifle
club.

Joe Chester was one of the most eager of all for the fun of camp-life,
and he, with some four or five other boys, had ordered a boat to be sent
to the landing where they were to take the steamer for the island.

Two or three other boats had also been engaged for the use of the
scholars--row-boats; for Mr. Bernard absolutely declined the
responsibility of sail-boats, even for those who were accustomed to
manage them.

During the forenoon following the summary dismissal of school, the boys
were anxiously discussing the probable effect of this mischief upon
their vacation trip; and, after all, their conjectures ended in a return
to the same question, "Who can the mean fellow be who made all this
trouble?"

In the midst of the discussion the great bell sounded, and the boys
returned to the school-room.

There were no laggards now; every boy was in his seat before the
desk-bell had been struck.

Mr. Bernard stood in the desk with his hand on the open ledger, while
the other teachers were seated near by.

The room was so still that a pin dropped would have sounded loud, and
the boys almost held their breath while they waited for Mr. Bernard to
speak.

He was evidently in no haste; lessons could wait. After a silence that
seemed very long to the boys, he began to speak.

It was a short, sharp lecture upon the meanness of falsehood and all
deceit, without a word in regard to the original trouble--the mutilation
of the books.

I think it doubtful if a lecturer ever before had so attentive and
awe-struck an audience.  At the close he said, "Boys, I will call the
roll once more.  Let each answer on his honour--if he have any
honour--whether he mutilated the books of the class in ’Anabasis.’"

Again from the beginning to the end of the roll the names were called,
and again every voice unhesitatingly answered, "No."

Joe Chester’s face was crimson; he dared not look up.

Some of his school-mates noticed his confusion, and whispered to their
neighbours, "Look at little Joe! Do you suppose he did it after all?"

"Is it possible?" exclaimed Mr. Bernard in a despairing tone.  "Have I
been harbouring a liar among my boys all the year?"

With a sigh he opened the book again, and said, "On your honour, boys,
answer me this question: Do you know who did the mischief?  Although I
confess I almost forget _that_ in my regret that one of my boys has told
a direct lie."

Once more the boys answered to their names, "No."

Joe listened almost heart-sick, hoping that Carver would say yes; but
his negative was a decided one.

Then followed "Cheney."

"No."

"Chester."

The whole burden was to rest on him after all.

Joe blushed to the very roots of his hair, and without glancing up,
answered bravely, "Yes, sir."

There was a little pause, followed by a suppressed buzz of surprise;
then Mr. Bernard proceeded with the roll.

Again Drayton’s name was called; and, as before, he answered boldly,
"No."

No one but Joe Chester in all the school knew aught of the
mischief-maker.

The ledger was returned to its place in the desk, and leaving the room
in charge of Mr. Andrews, one of the head-teachers, Mr. Bernard retired
to his study, and summoned poor Joe for an interview.

The boy turned as pale as he had been rosy, as he passed up the room and
across the platform to the door of the study, and disappeared.

"Little Chester, after all!" said some.

"Ain’t I glad I am not Joe Chester?" and similar expressions, were
exchanged by the boys, until Mr. Andrews began to distribute black
marks, which had a tendency to restore order, as a certain number of
these marks would prevent participation in the summer gipsying, and some
of the boys were alarmingly near the limit.

The eighty-five tongues were stilled, but twice eighty-five eyes were
continually straying towards the study door behind the desk.  In the
meantime, Drayton could only conceal his anxiety and alarm by pretending
to be very much engaged looking up a Latin translation, while all the
time he was saying over and over to himself, "Joe promised to be mum!
Joe promised to be mum!" and the minutes seemed hours.

"What could teacher and scholar be doing?"

The boys were all asking themselves that question, as they studied, or
tried to study, in obedience to Mr. Andrews’s orders.

It was a full hour before Joe appeared and came across the platform.

He did not glance up as he came down the room, and hastily seated
himself, bending over his book, with both hands thrust through his short
curls.

Mr. Bernard did not appear at once, and the lessons went on as usual.

When the usual hour for closing came, Mr. Bernard addressed the school
again:--

"I am aware that among boys there is a code of honour in regard to
information that will implicate a companion, and I have respect for it;
but in this case, if the boy who is guilty will not confess, I deem it
my duty to the school to hunt him down, and it seems to me that ordinary
scruples ought not to prevent justice.  This lie rests like a cloud over
the whole school.  Chester refuses to tell me what he knows."

A murmur of applause followed, but a heavy rap on the desk silenced it,
and Mr. Bernard continued:--

"I am sorry to add, that unless the guilty boy is manly enough to save
him by confessing his guilt, Chester must lose his fortnight in camp."

An audible "Oh no!" followed this.  But Joe’s voice did not join in the
murmur; he only bent a little lower over his book, and looked steadily
at the page without seeing a word upon it.

"You are dismissed."

The bell gave the signal for each class, and the boys passed out in an
orderly way; but once outside there was a shout, "Chester!  Chester!"

As soon as he appeared he was seized by the crowd and borne on the
shoulders of his comrades to the centre of the playground, where all
began cheering and scolding him in the same breath.

"If any fellow is mean enough to keep still and let you bear the
punishment, he ought to be told on! I wouldn’t keep his secret for him!"
exclaimed one of the older boys.

"I declare I didn’t know we had such a mean fellow among us!" said
another.

"He must feel about the size of a dried pea about this time."

"But he won’t be mean enough to let you stay behind and go himself to
camp out," said Fred Wurden, one of the quiet boys.

Some of the more impulsive boys cried, "If Joe can’t go, we won’t any of
us go!"

Joe said little, and went away to his room as soon as possible with
David Winter, his room-mate. Drayton had not joined the indignant crowd.
He and Ben Carver had an errand at the village, and hurried away; and
during the remainder of the term these two boys held themselves aloof
from the other boys, who were, however, too busy with their plans for
vacation to remark upon it.

Only once did Ralph and Joe meet alone, and then Ralph said, "I don’t
know how this affair is to end, old boy; but I would rather be in your
shoes than mine."

"So would I!" exclaimed Joe heartily.

At length the examinations were over, and the last day of school was
about closing, when Mr. Bernard said, "To-morrow morning at six we are
to start for the Cape to take steamer for our island camp-ground.
Several boys will be left behind, having forfeited their pleasure.
Unless the boy who was guilty of the mischief, and the far greater crime
of hiding himself behind a lie, will confess, Joseph Chester must stay
behind."

There was a pause long enough to allow the guilty boy time to speak.

"There is time now for the guilty boy or boys to speak."

No voice answered, and the silence grew painful.

Then Mr. Bernard said, "Chester, my boy, unless you receive other orders
you will remain behind. This, I think you know, gives me more pain than
it does you, and I am sure you understand why I deem it necessary."

Chester bowed, and made a desperate effort to bear the sentence bravely,
but soon resorted to the old attitude, and sat staring blindly at his
book, with both elbows on the desk and both hands buried in his hair.

The boys passed out of the room when dismissed, and only Chester
remained behind with the teachers, who waited to speak with him; but
finding that he could not well bear their pity, and that his quivering
lips could not frame a reply, each expressed his regret at the
disappointment, and presently Joe occupied the room alone.  Still he
showed no sign of moving after a half-hour had passed.

Presently the door opened and some one peeped in; then Joe heard a step
inside, and with the pretence of looking up a book on the different
desks, he stood a moment at Joe’s side, and dropped a note on his open
Virgil, and then hastily retreated.

Joe unfolded the note and read:--


"JOE, I hate to go.  I only go to keep my father from finding out.  You
can’t hate me any more than I hate myself.  D."


That evening Joe kept his room; he could not bear to hear his friends
saying continually, "Poor Joe!" "Oh, if Joe could go!"




                             *CHAPTER III.*

                          *OFF FOR WHALEBACK.*


In the early morning Joe heard the shouts of the merry crowd as they
went down through the Academy grounds to the river where the steamer was
waiting to take the party out to the island.  The boys were laden with
blankets, fishing-rods, guns, or other warlike implements; while tents
and cooking utensils were taken along in a waggon.

David Winter remained behind with Joe until the whistle sounded, feeling
sure that the culprit would confess at the last moment, and that Joe
would go after all.

Finding that the hope had been a vain one, he gave Joe a parting hug
that would have done credit to the most affectionate bear in the world,
and without a word darted out of the room.

As soon as Joe was alone he opened a little note that he had been
holding tight in his hand--one that Mr. Bernard had put there himself
when he came to the door to say good-bye.

It was a short note, but it gave Joe a great deal of pleasure,


"DEAR BOY,--I am sure you know that I am more than sorry to leave you
behind.

"It seems to me the only way to reach the offender, and I hope he will
yet confess.  Be sure I shall send for you at once if he should do so.
Meanwhile don’t go home.  The summons may come at any time. Yours with
affection, J. W. BERNARD."


The boat was gay with flags that streamed from every available point,
and the band was playing the liveliest airs as the boys stepped on
board.

"Are we all here?" asked Mr. Bernard, as he stood on the top of the
saloon and glanced over the crowd of lads.

"All but little Joe!" said one or two boys a little spitefully.

"Carver isn’t here yet, sir!" said another.

"Sure enough; where is Carver?" asked the teacher.

"Blow the whistle again!" shouted Mr. Bernard.

"Drayton is missing too!" exclaimed Mr. Andrews.

"O father, here’s a note one of the chambermaids gave me for you.  I
forgot all about it," cried Max Bernard, the teacher’s little son, who
was to make one of the party.

Mr. Bernard opened the note hastily and read:--

"MR. BERNARD,--I can’t go with you.  Let Joe Chester go, please.  I did
the mischief, and was afraid to tell.  Ben Carver knew about it, but did
not do it. We are going off together.  Please send our fathers word that
we are safe.  RALPH DRAYTON.

"_P.S._--I was never sorrier in my life, Mr. Bernard."

Mr. Bernard read the note again carefully, and then said to the waiting
crowd,--

"Drayton and Carver have gone, they do not say where; but in this note
which they leave behind, Drayton confesses that he is the guilty
person."

A murmur of astonishment passed around the throng of boys, which was
changed to a cheer when Mr. Bernard added,--

"Who will go back for Chester?"

A score of eager voices shouted, "I, sir!" and before he could speak
again a dozen boys had leaped ashore, led by David Winter, and were
scampering like a herd of wild deer across the fields towards the
Academy boarding-house, each determined to be first in announcing the
good news to Joe Chester.

It was at least a mile from the shore to the house, and the boys raced
as they had never raced before, Dave, Joe’s "chum" and room-mate,
keeping the lead all the way, but with such an effort that he only
reached the head of the stairs as one or two of the other boys reached
the foot.

Without stopping to knock, he pushed open the door, and fell upon Joe,
who, hearing the rush of feet, had come forward with eager expectation.

[Illustration: He pushed open the door and fell upon Joe.]

"What’s the matter, Dave?" Joe cried in real alarm, as the boy, too
breathless to speak, incoherently gasped, "It’s all right!  You are to
go.  Come on, old boy!"

The other boys were in the room now, and as all were panting and holding
their sides, it was rather difficult for Joe to make out the story they
had come to tell.

But he was to go to the island after all; he knew that, and that was
good news enough.

He gathered, also, that Drayton had confessed and was missing.

"Where did you say they are gone?"

"Nobody knows."

"Nobody cares!" added another.

"I care," said Joe boldly.  "I wish I had time to hunt him up!"

"You, of all fellows!  You hunt him up!" exclaimed Frank Furman.

"The idea of your troubling yourself about him!" cried Dave angrily.
"You make me mad, Joe!"

"But I know something how he was feeling, and what a hard thing it was
for him to confess."

"Never mind him!" said Dave impatiently.  "The boat is waiting!  Where’s
your baggage?"

"I’ll take your rod," said Ned Gould, taking Joe’s fishing-rod from the
hooks.

"No, not that one.  Ralph left his for me.  The janitor brought it
around; he said he found it in the hall.  Poor Ralph!" said Joe,
examining the paper tied to the rod with the address, "For Joe Chester."

"Humph! that’s the least he could do!" grumbled Dave.  "Come, get your
things together quick!" and he pulled Joe’s valise from under the bed.

Joe was too excited to help much, but among them all they soon had the
valise filled; and with a whoop that would have delighted the heart of a
red Indian, the boys dashed downstairs, nearly crushing the janitor, who
was labouring slowly up to investigate the noise coming from Room 8.

The race back to the steamboat was not quite so brisk as that to the
house had been, but they were not long on the way.

They were hailed by the throng of boys on the boat with cheer after
cheer as they came in sight, and most of the boys leaped ashore and
rushed to greet the hero of the occasion, who was quite overcome with
congratulations and expressions of delight.

Mr. Bernard had gone to make inquiries about the two missing boys, and
the boat was kept waiting till nearly noon, when he came with the
tidings that Drayton and Carver had sailed that morning in a
fishing-smack from that very wharf.

Mr. Bernard had also written to the boys’ parents, giving a brief
account of the trouble, with information in regard to their sailing, the
name of the vessel, and the time when it might be expected to return to
port. At the close he had expressed his regret that he must decline to
receive the boys again as pupils.

"Gone in a fishing-smack!"--"Such high-toned fellows, too!"

These were some of the exclamations of the boys.

The delay was over at last.

The boat swung around from the pier and steamed away; the band played
"Bonnie Dundee," and the boys’ shouts quite drowned the music.

The day was beautiful and bright, and every one was in high spirits, as
the little boat puffed its way out between the capes and towards
Whaleback, which lay within sight, and among scores of white sails, from
that of the tiniest wherry up to the broad canvas of the huge ships
sailing proudly away to foreign ports.

They passed one fishing-smack on which somebody thought he espied two
boys who looked about Drayton and Carver’s size; but when they passed it
no one but the captain and his one helper could be seen.

"I’ll bet Drayton and Carver are down in that cabin.  I just know I saw
them dodge; besides, I saw the twinkle in that old fisherman’s eye,"
said Dick Wooster.

The orders were for the steamboat to land its passengers on the southern
side of Whaleback; and as they steamed past the lighthouse on its rocky
perch, and the long line of jagged coast against which the waves were
dashing furiously, the boys wondered how they were to get ashore.  On
rounding the southern end, a fine pebbly beach, sheltered a little by
projecting points of land, offered a comfortable entrance for boats.

The steamboat anchored outside, and four boats were lowered and speedily
filled with boys, who were almost ready to jump overboard and swim
ashore in their eagerness to land.

The landing occupied some time, as the boats made many trips before all
the boys, tents, bedding, stove, cooking utensils, and, last but not
least, the provisions for the hungry crowd, could be put on shore.

Jonas Brown, the cook, and his man Freitag (conveniently translated by
the boys, "Friday"), attended to that part of the labour, and long
before the boxes and barrels were all ashore, the boys were demanding
something to eat.

Some started off on an exploring tour; others helped to put up the
tents; and some of the hungriest went grubbing in the clam-beds,[#]
still wet with the receding tide.


[#] Clams are shell-fish, used for food.


"Here are clam-forks, boys," shouted Jonas.  "Glad to have your help.
You dig the clams, and I’ll build up my fire and get ready for a bake.
I reckon that will taste as good as anything."

"A clam-bake! a clam-bake!  Who will dig clams?"

More boys volunteered than could find forks to dig with; but not to be
outdone, some of them worked with sticks, prying in the mud wherever the
little holes indicated the presence of the shell-fish.

Jonas showed those who had forks how to strike them deep into the beds,
and the boys were apt scholars; so that by the time the rocks were well
heated, and the sea-weed gathered, there were clams enough piled up on
the shore to furnish a feast even for such a crowd of boys.

While the clams were slowly baking under their sea-weed cover, Jonas and
his Friday pitched their cook-tent, set up their stove, and baked
biscuits to be eaten with the clams.

Long before the roast was pronounced "done," the boys were on hand
waiting for the sea-weed to be removed, and a hungrier pack of young
savages never danced around a clam-pile.

A barrel of biscuits had been opened on their first arrival at the
island, and the boys had "taken the sharp edge off their appetite," as
they said, by eating them; otherwise Jonas would never have been able to
bring those clams to the stage of perfection that he did.

"Come, Jonas! they are done to a turn!" cried the impatient boys.

"They will lose all their goodness in that good smell," said Joe,
sniffing the air.

All noses went up, and fifty boys gave a prolonged "Ah!  Isn’t that
gul--orious?"

It did seem that Jonas was provokingly slow in testing those clams; but
at last he said, in his drawling way, "Well, now, I reckon them’ll do!"

The boys cheered this remark, and hastened to offer their assistance in
removing the sea-weed; but Jonas declined their offer in a most decided
way.

"Now, you just move off, every boy of you! or you shan’t have a clam.
Off with you, till I get ’em out in piles, and give every one a fair
chance!"

The boys knew by experience that it was policy to keep Jonas
good-natured; so, with a good deal of pushing and whooping, they widened
the circle, and contented themselves with watching the operations and
exhorting Jonas to "hurry up."

"Now, that there pile belongs to the gentlemen!" said Jonas, pointing to
the first heap that he threw down on the clean pebbles.

"O Jonas! aren’t we all gentlemen?" asked Walter Martin, and a chorus of
groans followed from the other boys.

Jonas vouchsafed no reply, but continued to shovel out clams and divide
them into a half-dozen piles along the beach; while the boys danced
around, awaiting the signal of the bell.

Freitag presently appeared with the great bell, and, although the
summons was wholly unnecessary so far as the boys were concerned, as
they had been at the scene of action for nearly an hour, it brought the
teachers from their work of tent-raising.

After a blessing asked by Mr. Bernard, permission was given to the
hungry crowd to attack the shellfish.

There were three courses provided--roast clams, then warm biscuit, and
finally a dessert of gingersnaps, a barrel of which stood open from
which all helped themselves.

Fortunately the boys were not difficult to suit, and they pronounced it
a meal fit for a king.




                             *CHAPTER IV.*

                               *IN CAMP.*


After the dinner Mr. Bernard said, "There are two dozen hatchets, and I
want two dozen boys to use them."

"Oh yes, the fir-boughs to be chopped!" said a dozen voices.

"I’ll chop!"

"I’m the boy for a hatchet!"

In a minute the two dozen hatchets were seized, and as soon as the boys
received their directions about the bushes they were allowed to cut,
they started off for the pasture, followed by a crowd to drag the boughs
back to camp, where others of the party, who had done the same work
before, were to lay them down for beds.  The pasture where the boys had
gone for the fragrant fir-boughs extended across the end of the island
and stretched back a half-mile to the woods,--a dense growth of
hemlocks, junipers, firs, oaks, beeches, wild cherries, thorn trees, and
hazel bushes. Along the course of a stream running from a spring grew
rows of alders, over which ran the clematis; and along the edge of the
water-course grew clumps of ferns and patches of velvety moss.

These woods extended for a mile, thinning at the other end of the island
into a bush-covered pasture that, a little later in the season, would
furnish all the blueberries and whortleberries the boys would want, and,
later still, would be a garden of golden-rods and wild asters.  All
around the shore of the island, except at the southern end, was a border
of rough boulders and cliffs, upon the highest of which was perched the
lighthouse, with its revolving lantern.

While the boys were at work in the pasture, Jonas and Freitag were
putting up their long tables of matched boards and covering the whole
with oilcloth, "to look more civilized-like than bare boards," Jonas
said.

Then the great baskets of tinware were unpacked, and the table set for
the next meal; for Jonas had camped out before with Mr. Bernard’s
school, and he knew that they liked to see signs of the next meal as
soon as one was disposed of.  Moreover, he had discovered that they were
less likely to be around sampling the crackers if they saw the table
set.  He may have been deceived in this, but Jonas was a pretty keen
observer, especially in the line of his profession.

Seeing some of the boys idle, Jonas called, "Here, you fellows, catch me
some fish for supper.  There’s plenty of chances along the shore yonder.
I saw ’em when we came past.--You go along too, Freitag, and help ’em."

The boys were all eager for the sport.

"Here’s bait, and a big pile of fishing-rods all rigged.  Take that
there big basket for your fish," continued Jonas, as if he were giving
orders to a group of fishermen.

The boys, however, followed his directions good-naturedly, each seizing
a rod, but leaving "Friday," as they called the man, to bring on the
bait and fish-basket.

"Remember your promise, boys, not to go into dangerous places," called
Mr. Bernard.

"Yes, sir, we will be careful," answered the boys. They were soon
perched on the rocks, dropping their hooks into the water and pulling
them out, exclaiming, "I’ve got a bite!"

"So have I."

"My! ain’t they plenty!"

"There’s one!  Hold on, my beauty!  Let go my hook!"

It was lively work, as they said, and presently they had enough to do to
bait hooks and take off fish without much talking.  Jonas gave a grunt
of satisfaction as Freitag came dragging the heavy basket and
exclaiming, "Py, but dat was a pig pizness!"

"Now, I can get a supper as is a supper!" exclaimed the cook.--"Freit,
you just get them fish ready, and I’ll cut up the pork.  It ain’t nigh
supper-time, of course; dinner isn’t much more than over, so you boys go
off somewhere.  Why don’t you go see the lighthouse?"

Now Jonas was very cunning in making this suggestion, for he knew the
lighthouse was at the other end of the island, a mile and a half away,
and if the crowd would only start on that pilgrimage, he could have
peace and quiet, and get supper at his leisure. His suggestion seemed
good to the boys, and they cried, "Oh yes, the lighthouse!"

"Hurrah for the lighthouse!"

"Mr. Bernard, may we go to the lighthouse?"

Mr. Bernard was in his tent; but hearing his name called, he came
outside.

"We want to go to the lighthouse.  Can we go?"

"Yes, if Mr. Andrews is ready to go now; he has an errand there to see
about a supply of milk.  Now, boys, I have not found out the dangerous
places on the island, and until we have explored a little ourselves, I
want you to use extra precautions.  Remember, no bathing except on the
beach where we landed; that slopes very evenly, and I think there is no
under-current."

"We will be careful, sir."

"We will remember," said the boys.

"Come on; who wants to go to the lighthouse?"

"Ho, for the lighthouse!"

The choppers and bough-layers were at leisure again, and many of them
joined the party.

Others said, "Oh, I am too tired to go so far!"

"Wait till to-morrow!"

But the first speakers were already hurrying across the pasture with Mr.
Andrews, stopping here and there to pick strawberries or raspberries,
and to look for some blueberries that had ripened before their fellows.

The walk was longer than they expected, and the way through the tangled
underbrush of the woods was no easy one; but they at length came out
into the pasture-land at the northern end of the island, and from there
the path was smoother.

The light-keeper gave them a gruff but hearty welcome, and his wife
invited as many to come into her nest of a house as the little room
would hold.

The two boys belonging to the family were shy but radiant at the
prospect of something to break the monotony of their island life.

"I suppose you want to go up and see the lantern, boys," said Jacob
Kramer, the light-keeper.--"Here you, John and Jerry, go up with ’em,
and tell ’em all about how it works."

John made no reply save to run up the steps leading to the lighthouse,
and Jerry, with the crowd of other boys, followed, or as many as could
enter at once.

After the lantern had been examined, John led the way down the side of
the cliff where they could see the surf-bell rung by the waves.

"That sounds like somebody’s funeral!" exclaimed Joe Chester, shrugging
his shoulders.

"Doesn’t it keep you awake at night?" asked Ned Gould.

John shook his head.

"Nothin’ keeps me awake, only the storms when the big waves strike ’way
up against the house and spatter the top windows."

"Do you have such storms as that, really?" asked Dave.

John nodded, and added with frankness,--

"When them come Jerry and I get scared, and crawl down to father’s
room."

"Don’t you get lonesome here?" asked Joe, glancing around at the rocks
and water forming the landscape.

"Not very.  We don’t get lonesome at all in the summer."

"What do you do for fun?"

"Oh, we build towers on the cliff.  We’ve got a big one now.  Come over
and see it;" and both boys scampered off over the rough rocks with their
bare feet, leaving the others to pick their way more carefully.

The tower was as high as Jerry’s head, and large enough for four boys to
stand upon comfortably.  In the centre was a fir-tree from which the
boys had trimmed every branch, until it was like a flag-staff.

"Some time we are going to have a flag of our own to fly atop there,"
said Jerry with pride.

"I’ve got a good-sized flag over in camp that you may have; it will do
till you can get a bigger," said Walter Martin.

"What else do you do besides build stone things?" asked Dave curiously.

"Oh, lots of things."

"You fish off the rocks, I suppose."

"Yes, plenty of fish round here.  We go off in the boat with father,
too, to tend the lobster-pots."

"Lobster-pots! what are they?" asked Joe.

"What you catch lobsters in.  Didn’t you ever see a lobster-pot?
There’s some there on the grass."

"What! these cages?  How do you catch them with these?"

The boys gathered around the "cages" and examined them.

"See, this hole grows small at the back of it, and the lobster is so
anxious to get the bait inside that he squeezes through; but after he is
in he doesn’t know how to double his claws back and get out, so he just
don’t; he stays."

"And you catch him?"

"He catches himself," laughed John.

"All we do is to set the pot,--that is, we bait it,--and then we anchor
it off somewhere, and after a while we go back for it and get the
lobsters."

"How do you get them out?"

"See these little doors up above?  We open them, and reach in there."

"Don’t they bite?" asked Dan.

"If you don’t know where to catch ’em they nip, I tell you."

"Of course you swim like fish, both of you," said Joe, who was quite a
famous swimmer himself.

"Can’t swim."

"Can’t swim?  What fellows you are!  Why don’t you learn?  What if you
should tumble overboard? what would you do then?"

"Go to the bottom," answered John with a broad smile, as if that were a
funny thing to do.

The boys exclaimed over this lack of knowledge, and Joe finally said,
"See here, you two fellows; get your father to let you come over to our
camp every day, and before our camp-life is over we will teach you so
you can swim like fish."

This was a delightful proposal to the boys, not only because they wanted
to swim, but because it would take them among other boys.

As soon as the party returned to the lighthouse, John and Jerry
whispered the invitation to their father, and asked if they might
accept.

He consented willingly.

"May we learn to swim?"

"Well, yes, I suppose so.  I want ye to learn.  I suppose it’s time you
did; and there ain’t no chance at this end o’ the island."

"There is a good beach where we are camping, and we shall fasten a rope
across to show the boys how far they can go safely."

During the boys’ absence Mr. Andrews had been negotiating with the
light-keeper for all the milk he could spare, and also for a supply of
lobsters; and it was now arranged that John and Jerry were to bring milk
every morning to camp, and remain as long as they liked during the day.

"Come, boys; it will be nearly dark before we get back!" said Mr.
Andrews, bidding the keeper’s family good-bye.

"And we shall lose our supper.--Good-bye, John and Jerry.  Come over
early."  As if there were any need to tell the eager boys that.

They kept near the shore on the way back; and though it was a rocky road
to travel, they saved a half-mile thereby, and arrived with very keen
appetites just as their comrades had finished supper.

"I’m so hungry I could eat a whale, Joe," exclaimed Dave.

"A whale! why, I could eat a brick house," was the quick response.

"Jonas, did you save us anything?" asked a chorus of voices.

Jonas waved a frying-pan for answer, and presently set before them fried
fish, crisp and brown, bread hot from the oven, and warm gingerbread,
all of which won the unbounded approbation of the famished boys.

After supper the various events of the day were recounted, and all
united in declaring that it had been the jolliest twelve hours they had
ever known--a remark that Mr. Bernard had heard every summer on the
first day in camp.

"Now, boys," said Mr. Bernard, "you are tired and will want to retire
early.  Come into my tent, and we will have prayers together."

This tent was divided unequally into two parts; the larger devoted to
general assemblages--for morning and evening devotions, and for a resort
in wet weather; for sleeping-tents were crowded with beds and baggage.

Besides the large apartment in Mr. Bernard’s tent, there was one
smaller--a tiny affair, where he slept and wrote or read.

The boys gathered now in the large tent, and sat down on the ground
while Mr. Bernard read the Bible to them and explained the portion
selected in a brief and interesting way that held the attention of the
listeners.  After the reading he offered a prayer, asking a blessing
upon them all, and praying that none but good influences might prevail
with any of them.

Then the "good-nights" were exchanged, many of the boys crowding around
the teacher to thank him for the pleasure they were having; and as they
scattered to their tents, many boyish words of hearty admiration were
spoken of the teacher who had planned this vacation treat for them.

"I tell you, Dave, there ain’t many teachers like him!" exclaimed Joe
Chester, as he and his friend crept under their blankets on their
mattress of fir-boughs.

"No, _sir_, not many."

The boys were too tired to talk much, and they were soon lulled to sleep
by the dash of the ocean against the beach, and the rattle of the
pebbles as they followed the receding water only to be tossed up by the
next incoming wave.




                              *CHAPTER V.*

                          *THE SWIMMING-POOL.*


No bell was needed to awaken the boys in the morning; and one tent after
another was thrown open to the breeze as the boys in undress ran down
the beach for a plunge.

"Colder than Greenland’s icy mountains," shouted Joe, as he met some of
the boys on their way to the water when he was returning to his tent.

"Yes, colder than the north-east side of the pole," added David, who
followed close behind.

"But jump in all of a sudden and it isn’t bad," continued Joe.

The boys returned one after another, racing and jumping and exclaiming
over their icy bath; and presently all were rosy and glowing with the
exercise, ready for anything in the line of work or fun.

They found it hard to calm down at once, as they gathered in Mr.
Bernard’s tent for morning prayers; but at the first quiet reminder of
the teacher the boys ceased their joking and listened to the Scripture
reading and the fervent prayer that they all might be helped to live
noble, Christian lives.  He asked that they might not be contented to go
through life selfishly, seeking only their own comfort and happiness;
but that they might watch for opportunities to be helpful to others, and
that they might be kept from all meanness of word or act.

When they came from the tent the savoury odour of breakfast was wafted
to them from the cook-tent.

Jonas and Freitag had been fishing off the point as soon as daylight,
and now the victims of their hooks--only an hour ago swimming in the
broad ocean--were served up on tin trenchers, set at intervals along the
table.

John and Jerry arrived in time to furnish the milk for the coffee, and
room was made for them at the table, although they had already eaten
breakfast.

During the meal the boys were discussing plans for the day, and probably
the fishermen in their vessels a mile away heard the noise, and wondered
at the babel of voices sounding across the waters.

The archery club announced that they intended to set up their targets in
the pasture and practise.

The rifle club were asking permission to use their rifles in the woods,
knowing that they were only to do so under the supervision of one of the
teachers.

Some wanted to fish, and were discussing the relative advantages of the
different shores of the island.

"If you want rock-cod I’d advise ye to go out on the point that juts out
alongside the beach," said Jonas, throwing in a suggestion as he brought
a fresh supply of bread.

"I am going to hunt for crystal quartz; who wants to go with me?  I
found quite a lump yesterday. See here," and little Fred Wurden
displayed his treasure.

"My! where did you find that?"

"Oh, I’ve seen plenty of that!  I know where there’s plenty of it--a big
hole in the rocks, where them shiny things are all hanging down!" said
John, the light-keeper’s son, with shining eyes.

"Where?"--"Show us!" cried a number of voices; and even Mr. Andrews made
inquiries, and said he would go to the place after breakfast.

"As soon as the tide is right, I move we have a swimming match," said
Joe Chester.

"When _will_ the tide be right, I’d like to know?" asked Dave.

"It is on the ebb now, and by the time our breakfast is done it will be
quite low," said another grumblingly.

"Don’t you worry; there’s water enough in the ocean for you to swim in,
if the tide is down!" said Jonas.  "Yes, water enough, forty fathoms
deep!"

Jonas shook his head knowingly.

"I’ve been out on the point more than once, and sometimes the water is
still, and I can see bottom. I sounded with that long fishin’-rod o’
mine, and, allowing for the tide, I reckoned there must be about as nice
a pool left there at low tide as you’d want to see."

"Good!"--"Good for you, Jonas."

"Mr. Bernard, did you hear Jonas?" asked Joe.

"I think I heard, but there are so many talking at once I am not sure.
If it is about a swimming-place, I assure you I will investigate the
matter this morning, and find a safe place for you to go."

"Thank you, sir," answered Joe for himself and the others.

"I shall stretch ropes across, showing how far I am willing you should
go out; and I expect you to obey me strictly.  You know we have promised
your parents to run no risk.  We have camped out three summers, and have
never met with an accident; and I sincerely trust our record may not be
changed through any carelessness of ours."

The boys agreed to follow his wishes in every particular.

Then, having finished their breakfast, they scattered about the island,
some going to the rocks to fish, some to pick berries, and others to
practise with bows or rifles.

Mr. Bernard and two other teachers went to the beach with drills, iron
staples, cement, and ropes, to make the bath-beach as safe as possible.

As it was ebb-tide, it was easy to see by the wet sea-weed on the sides
of the little cove the height of the water when the tide was in; so
there was no delay in locating the position of the first rope to be used
at high-water.

Holes were drilled in the rocks, and strong iron staples cemented in, in
which the rope was fastened.

After that was accomplished they sat on the rocks and watched the sea,
or read until the tide was at its lowest, and the boys began to gather
around, anxiously questioning whether there was "a chance yet."

"That looks like a first-rate swimming-pool, Mr. Bernard, just as Jonas
said," remarked Joe, coming to stand by his favourite teacher.

"So it does, Joe; but wait till I make sure.  The water is much deeper
than it looks.  I will get my bathing-suit and try."

"Hurrah! be all ready, boys; Mr. Bernard is going to try the water."

Led by Joe, the crowd scampered away for their trunks, and returned
before Mr. Bernard appeared.

He came at length from the bath-tent, and went down into the water amid
the cheers of the boys; and probably their applause prevented a hasty
retreat when he learned from experience the temperature of the water.

"I am not taking this plunge for my own pleasure, boys!" he said,
shivering and laughing.  "I hope you will appreciate the act, for I am a
martyr in your behalf."

The first six or eight feet from the edge sloped gradually from one to
three feet in depth; beyond that the water deepened rapidly until he was
floated from his feet and forced to swim; but everywhere the gravelly
bottom could be seen, and he was sure there were no treacherous holes to
trap the unskilful.

"Is it all right, Mr. Bernard?" asked Joe, standing on the rocks and
swinging his arms, impatient for the leap.

"Yes, I think it is."

"May I come?" and Joe’s body was thrown into a diving position.

"Any of you who are accustomed to dive may come here.  The others must
come in by the beach, where the water is shallower."

Before he had finished the sentence, some dozen boys dropped or dived
into the pool, and presently he found himself surrounded by a circle of
seal-like heads as the young swimmers came to the surface one after
another.

"It is too cold for me," he said, as the boys challenged him to swim a
match.  "I must get dressed and warmed.--Mr. Andrews, look out for the
boys.  I will send Freitag and Jonas to drill the rocks for the other
staples," and Mr. Bernard hastened away, inwardly determined that he had
taken his last plunge in that pool.  The more timid boys and those who
could not swim at all stood at the edge, thrusting in a foot, and then
dancing and shrieking at the cold.

John and Jerry stood looking on in open-mouthed amazement or admiration,
Joe could not decide which.

"I promised to teach you to swim, didn’t I?" cried Joe, coming through
the water towards them, grasshopper fashion.

"But you needn’t," said both boys retreating, as if fearing that he
would seize them and force them in.

"But it’s fun!"

John shrugged his shoulders.

Joe swam to and fro with his mouth open at the surface of the water, and
blowing like a young sea-lion; then suddenly, to the horror of the two
brothers, he disappeared beneath the waves.

"Oh, he’s drowned!" shrieked both boys.

No one paid any attention to their cry, and John fairly danced into the
water in his fright.

"He’s gone under! can’t somebody get him?"

"Who?" asked one of the swimmers, looking around.

"Why, that boy Joe.  I saw him go under!"

"Oh ho, Joe Chester!  You couldn’t drown him if you should try.  There
he is away over there by the rocks.  He’s a regular water-rat."

And the speaker disappeared under the waves himself.

"I mean to learn to do that myself, Jerry," said John in a confidential
tone.

Jerry nodded, as if to say, "So will I."

It seemed to the boys that they had hardly got into the spirit of the
sport, before Mr. Andrews, with watch in hand, shouted, "Time’s up,
boys!"

"Oh no," groaned the swimmers.  "Give us one more dive!"

"Well, one dive, and then you must come out."

The boys swam to the rocks, climbed up like dripping monkeys, and in a
minute the pool was full of eddies where the divers had gone down.

As they came to the surface, Mr. Andrews shouted again, "Come; time’s
up!"

As soon as his words were spoken every head disappeared, and it was
useless to call them again until they were obliged to come up for air.

"Come on, boys; we agreed to mind!" said Joe. "Let’s go ashore;" and
following his own advice, he swam in, and ran up the beach to the
bath-tent, followed by his companions, all giving whoops and cries, to
help to warm them, they said.




                             *CHAPTER VI.*

                            *THE FOG-STORM.*


There were two or three more days of pleasant weather, with boating and
fishing and target-shooting; and then a fog crept in, hiding the ocean
from view, and even shutting down like a thick curtain between the
tents.

"Thick enough to bite," Joe said.

Everything was wet, and Jonas was cross; so there was not much comfort,
although most of the party were cheerful and good-natured.

The table was taken apart and set up in the large tent; but Jonas and
his Friday had further to travel with the meals, and they grumbled
accordingly.

"No knowin’ how long this fog will hang around," growled Jonas, as he
set the tin plates down with a clatter.

"I’ve known it to last a week," said Frank Furman.

"A week! what are you thinkin’ of?  It about always lasts a week!  I’ve
known it to last a month!"

"O Jonas!" chorused the boys, glad to see any signs of good-nature,
"have you really?"

"Humph!  I camped out with a party once, and we never saw the sun after
we landed till the day we left, and that was three weeks; for they were
hardy fellows, and they said they were bound to stay till that fog
cleared out, if it took all the vacation."

"Did they?" asked Joe, as Jonas paused in his story to count plates.

"No, they didn’t.  They got enough of it; and when the third week was
ended, and the fog was packed down tighter than ever, one of ’em said,
’Come, boys, I’ll give it up.  I am completely mildewed now, inside and
out.  We have eaten and drunk and breathed fog for twenty-one days, and
for once I’ve had enough of one thing.’"

"Well, Jonas, go on; what did the rest do?" asked David.

"Why, they all said ’Amen,’ and packed up as quick as they could, and
got into the yacht, and started for the nearest shore.  We had to go by
the compass, because we’d no idea where the sun was. Part of the way we
rowed, and part of the way we drifted, and by-and-by we got ashore.
Once in a while I see one of them fellows, and they laugh about it now,
and call it a good joke; but they didn’t laugh much then."

"You didn’t neither, I’m sure," said Freitag, shrugging his shoulders.

"You are right there.  I felt like I could bite a board-nail, for I had
to work around, good weather or bad.  No, there was only one fellow that
called it funny, after the first two or three days; and that man nearly
killed himself laughing about it!  That fellow would have found a queer
side to his own tombstone.  He laughed about the fog, and he laughed at
the way the other fellows took it; and he laughed so when he left the
island, that the others threatened to throw him overboard.  I’ve never
seen him but once since, and he began again as soon as he spied me; and
he dragged me into a shop and bought me a nice pipe, laughing all the
time the shopman was doing it up.  ’That was a jolly trip, Jonas!’ says
he; and I heard him chuckling after I left him.--But goodness, Freitag,
ring that bell! the breakfast will be stone-cold."

"You don’t suppose this will last," said Max Bernard disconsolately.
"Our tent is dripping now.  We’ll all be sick!"

"Sick! nonsense!  You won’t get cold in a salt fog," cried Walter
Martin.

"It will most likely end in a big storm," exclaimed Jonas croakingly,
feeling quite safe in making such a prophecy.

The boys groaned at the suggestion, and one of them remarked that "there
was nothing so consoling in dull weather as making toffy."

Joe, remembering that Jonas had lost his jackknife, slipped his own into
his hand as a bribe, and got his unwilling consent to give them butter
and sugar and a chance to boil it.

Joe Chester and David Winter were chief cooks on the occasion, with a
large crowd of advisers and tasters; and when the toffy was boiled they
poured it into a baking-pan to cool, and took it to the large tent.

Although Jonas had given them a generous supply of sugar and butter,
there were so many boys the toffy was eaten before it was thoroughly
cool.

They had a great deal of fun over it, and the pleasure helped to while
away the dull day.

They could not have toffy-making every day, and the fog still remained.
Some days the fog did not lift at all, and at other times it would
disappear for an hour or two, giving them a glimpse of bright sunshine,
then it would return to wrap them in as closely as ever.

One day they had the good fortune to see a fog-bow, which is like a
rainbow in very subdued colours--"a Quaker rainbow," Joe called it.

After a week had passed, and the boys had exhausted their resources for
indoor amusement, the storm predicted by Jonas commenced in the night.

Joe waked his friend Dave by pulling his hair, words having failed to
arouse him.

"Let go there!" growled Dave.

"Wake up, boy! wake up!  There’s an awful storm!"

"What d’you say?" asked Dave sleepily.

"There’s an awful storm, I tell you!  Don’t you hear the rain pelting on
the tent?  The wind blows like fury.  I expect our tent will be down in
a minute. The water is all running in under the canvas."

"Dripping through it, too," cried David, thoroughly awakened by the
great drops that fell fast upon his upturned face, to avoid which he
sprang from bed only to alight in a pool of water deep enough to splash
under his feet.

Both boys laughed in spite of their discomfort, and just then Mr.
Bernard came to the tent and rapped on the canvas.

"Boys, how are you getting on?"

"Oh, _swimmingly_."

"Yes, I presume so.  It is a fearful storm!  You are fortunate to have
your tent standing.  Several have blown down.  You had better come over
to the large tent.  We have been strengthening the stakes around that.
Wrap yourselves in your blankets and run."

The boys got on their rubber boots, and covering themselves with their
red blankets, they opened the tent, stood a moment to watch the sheet of
rain as it descended, and then ran across to Mr. Bernard’s tent, which
was about two rods away.

"Let us in!" cried Joe, bumping his blanketed head against the canvas
curtain.  Some one opened the tent, and the two boys stumbled in.

"Joe and Dave!"

"Oh, got drowned out, too!"

"Did your tent go down?"

"For once Joe Chester’s got water enough!"

And the boys inside made room on the table where most of them were
perched.

The teachers, with Jonas and Freitag, were driving stakes inside and
fastening the tent to them to help to anchor it; and it seemed to need
it, for sometimes the wind would sweep in beneath the canvas and swell
it like a big balloon, as if it must either burst or go up in spite of
ropes and stakes.

"God help the sailors!" exclaimed Mr. Bernard solemnly, as one of the
sudden gusts died away.

"Oh, Ralph and Ben!" cried Joe.  "Where are they?  Do you suppose they
are out in that little vessel, Mr. Bernard?"

"God forbid!  I trust they are in some safe harbour.  Fishermen are wise
in such matters."

"But if they _are_ out!" continued Joe anxiously. "Ralph will be
frightened!  You know he is a coward, and afraid of the water, anyway."

"I don’t see how they happened to go in a vessel," said Frank Furman.

"They went to get away from us all, poor fellows; they didn’t know what
else to do," said Joe pityingly. "Besides, the weather was pleasant
then, and the water didn’t look as if it ever could be rough; don’t you
remember?"

"I think they have been sick enough of it before this," suggested
another.

"Oh, very likely they are safe in their own homes, and pitying us poor
wretches.  They would be likely to get that fisherman to put them ashore
at the first port they made," added Ned Gould.

Still Joe worried about them, and Mr. Bernard was very solemn; he had
been anxious about the two absent lads ever since the storm commenced.

The wind continued till morning, but the rain ceased soon after
midnight, and the boys, wrapped in their damp blankets, lay across the
long table with legs dangling down the side, packed very closely
together, and trying to sleep; but the roaring of the sea, and the
rattle of the stones tossed by the waves, the creaking of the tent as it
swayed to and fro as far as the ropes would allow, all combined to keep
them awake.

Some gave up the effort to go to sleep, and tried to while away the time
by telling doleful stories of shipwrecks and other disasters; and then,
growing sleepy at daylight when the others went out to see the havoc of
the storm, they were sound asleep when Mr. Bernard’s bell summoned the
boys for prayers, and they had no time for a morning toilet.

The thanksgiving for shelter and safety in the fearful storm found an
echo in every heart; and when he prayed for their two companions that
they might be returned to their friends in safety and with the
determination to be true and noble boys hereafter, Chester felt like
uttering a loud amen.

The sun was shining brightly again, and every trace of fog was gone, but
the wind was still blowing, and the sea a perfect witch’s caldron.

After breakfast the bedding was taken out to dry, and anchored with
large stones to the ledge to keep it from flying away.

The tents were once more pitched, and they all felt that with the return
of the sun there was also a return of pleasure in camp-life.

Even Jonas seemed in a fair way towards good-nature again, and that made
them all more cheerful.

During the fog-storm he had been crabbed enough; and Joe said if he saw
a boy come within five yards of the cook-tent he would growl like a
bear.

He was improving now, and when one of the boys suggested doughnuts for a
variety, Jonas announced that the next job he "tackled" should be to fry
doughnuts.[#]


[#] Small, roundish cakes.


"Twisted fellows, Jonas," suggested Joe.

"Yes, twisted."

"And will you give us one while they are hot?"

"Ye-es; go ’long with you, every one of ye."




                             *CHAPTER VII.*

                              *THE WRECK.*


John and Jerry were late coming with the milk, and they were in a state
of great excitement.

"Did you hear about the wreck?"

"Wreck!" cried the boys in chorus, as they gathered around the
news-bearers.

"Yes, a wreck."

"Where?" was the eager query.

"Right on that reef near the surf-bell."

"Tell us about it!"--"Anybody lost?"

"Yes, one fellow.  Father’s been talking with ’em. He can’t but just
make out what they say.  She’s just keeled up on that ledge.  I tell you
she looks awful!"

"She?  Is there a woman there?"

"I don’t know."

"Oh, he means the vessel when he says ’she,’" exclaimed Frank Furman.

"Wasn’t it an awful storm?"--"Wasn’t it!"

"I tell you we was scared, Jerry and me!  I thought sure the old
lighthouse was going over, and our house, too.  Everything was creakin’
and groanin’, and the surf was flyin’ up against the windows."

"Father stayed by the lantern all night; he afraid the light might go
out," added Jerry.  "We didn’t know nothin’ about the wreck till
daylight."

"John, tell me what kind of a vessel it is," said Joe, pale with some
sudden apprehension.

"It’s a schooner."

"Were they fishermen, do you think?"

"I think so.  They are trying to get her off before she breaks up.  They
think if they get her over to the Cape she can be mended."

Joe had already darted away to Mr. Bernard’s tent, and rapping on the
canvas, he asked hurriedly, "Mr. Bernard, may I come in?"

"Come."

"O Mr. Bernard, John and Jerry are here, and they have been telling us
about a wreck over there on the ledge."

Mr. Bernard threw down his book and listened.

"One fellow was lost.  The boys think it was a fishing-vessel.  What if
it should be the _Una_, Mr. Bernard?"

The teacher arose hastily and put on his hat.

"Did they know the name of the vessel?"

"I didn’t ask, Mr. Bernard; I didn’t dare to," answered Joe, still very
pale.

"I will go over there at once."

"Oh, may I go too?"

A reluctant consent was given, and Joe boldly asked,--

"May we all go--Max and all?"

"Yes, you may all go.--Max, come with me."

Joe hastened back to the boys, shouting, "Come on! Mr. Bernard says we
may go over to see the wreck!"

"Good for him!  Hurrah, boys! we are off for the wreck."

"What did you say about a wreck?" asked Jonas, as John and Jerry
delivered the milk at the cookhouse.

The boys enlightened him, and Jonas, turning to his man Friday, said,
"Come on, Freit--we’ll let the dishes go;" and seizing his hat he
hurried after the boys, who were scampering off towards the lighthouse
with the teachers.

They attempted to go by the shorter route over the rocks on the shore,
in spite of John’s warning, but after some of the party had been
drenched by the surf they retreated to the woods.

Joe kept close to Mr. Bernard’s side, without speaking a word, and some
of the boys behind whispered, "They are afraid it is that vessel that
Ralph and Ben went in."

This sobered them all, and there was very little conversation as the
crowd hurried on.  They could hear the "boom-boom" of the sea against
the cliff long before they reached it, and Joe’s heart felt heavier than
ever.

Ralph had never been a favourite among his schoolmates, and Joe,
especially, had never been attracted toward him.  Their acquaintance had
developed during the last weeks of the school, while the search was
being made for the offender; and in helping him then he came to pity
him, and feel an interest in him, quite sure that the boy had received a
lesson that would make him hesitate to speak an untruth again.

At length John ran through the bushes out on the top of one of the high
boulders, where he pointed to the dismantled vessel with the men working
at the pumps.

"What’s the name on the stern?" asked Joe, straining his eyes as the
waves now and then left the end of the vessel.

No one could tell, but it was plain to all that the word was a long one.

"It can’t be the _Una_, then!" cried Joe with a sigh of relief.

"No--thank God for that; but these poor fellows are having a hard time,"
said Mr. Bernard.

"Bad enough!" exclaimed the light-keeper, who had joined the party on
the rocks.  "They think they can save the vessel; but unless she is off
before noon she’s gone!  She will break up fast in this sea."

"Is there no way for us to help them?" asked Mr. Andrews.

"No; it would be nonsense to try to get to them with my boat.  The
landing here is bad at the best; and I never think of going out except
in fair weather."

"What kind of boats have you?"

"Nothing but a common sail-boat and a couple of skiffs, and they
wouldn’t stand a sign of a chance in this sea."

"What will the men do if the vessel goes down?"

"They’ve got their boats all ready to launch, and their boats are much
better than mine."

"They are calling you, father!" cried Jerry, pulling his father’s coat.

"Who?"

"The men over yonder."

"Yes,--hear them!" said the boys excitedly.

"Keep still, all o’ ye!" said the light-keeper.  Then, making a
speaking-trumpet of his hands, he shouted, "Ship ahoy! what’s wanted?"

Converting his speaking-trumpet into an ear-trumpet, he listened
intently.

"She’s filling fast!  Is there anything there to fasten our rope over?"

The light-keeper glanced quickly around, and shouted back, "Yes!"

Then the boys saw the sailors draw something forward near the taffrail.

"What are they going to do, Mr. Kramer?" asked Joe.

"Fire us a line."

There was a little delay, then a puff of smoke, and a line fell across
the island.  There was a great rush and scramble for it, and some of the
boys in their eagerness fell over each other, doing more harm than good;
but the line was secured, and pulled in with a will.  At the end of this
line was fastened a rope, and this, in turn, brought a double cable.

"A long pull, and a strong pull, and a pull all together!" said the
light-keeper.

There were hands enough to pull, but after all it was hard work; and
there was a cheer when they got hold of the double cable and ran with it
to an old oak stump.

The light-keeper sent John for some heavy spikes, which he drove into
the stump, in a circle above the cable, to prevent its slipping up when
it began to move.

"Pull tight now!" shouted Kramer.

The boys could see the rope tighten.

"What are they doing now, Mr. Bernard?" asked Dave.

"That’s what I should like to know," said Joe. "They are coming ashore,
I think."

"Coming ashore!  What! on that rope?"

"Astride of it, or hanging on by their hands? That’s what I’d like to
know!" and there was great confusion among the boys, all talking at
once.

"Boys, keep quiet!" said Mr. Bernard.  "The captain is calling."

"All ready there?"

"Ay, ay,--all ready!" shouted the light-keeper.

"They can’t hear," said Mr. Bernard; "the wind is this way."

"All ready!" shouted Kramer again, beckoning with his hand.

"Oh, they are launching a big basket!" cried Ned Gould.

"They are coming in that?  Whew!" cried Frank Furman, fairly dancing
with excitement.

"Ready, there?" was shouted again from the vessel.

"All ready!"

"Steady, then--pull!"

"Now, boys, stand off!" said Kramer, motioning the crowd away.  "I only
want the men now; steady pulling is what we want."

Mr. Bernard, Mr. Andrews, Mr. Wiseman, Jonas, and Freitag began to pull
with the light-keeper, who timed them with a monotonous, "There she
comes! there she comes!" while the boys watched the basket in breathless
excitement as it moved on, swaying frightfully at times as it hung over
the seething mass of water.

At length a loud cheer from the boys, and a "Hold, there!" from the
occupants of the basket, announced its safe arrival with its precious
freight.

The vessel’s cook and the captain’s little son, a boy of eight years,
were the passengers, and a cheer, loud and long, as they were helped
ashore, announced their safety to the anxious father on the wreck.

The basket was speedily returned to the vessel, and once more it started
on its shoreward trip.

"That’s the mate," said the cook.  "The captain vowed he’d be the last
man to leave."

"Take that child to the house, and tell mother to get him warmed, John,"
said the light-keeper.

The boy refused to go until his father should get across; so Joe wrapped
him in his overcoat, and they stood together watching the advancing
basket.

"How did it seem coming over in that basket?" asked Joe.

"I don’t know; I was too frightened to think; I kept my eyes shut, and
just curled down in Jim’s lap."

Another cheer presently announced the arrival of the basket the second
time, as the mate landed safely and waved a signal to the captain.

"I tell you, friends, that cheer you sent up when the basket got across
with the captain’s boy was the most welcome sound I ever heard; and poor
captain, he almost broke down with joy.  Now if we can get him over
safely we shall give thanks in earnest."

Away went the basket to the wreck as fast as the men could pull the
rope, every foot of which the mate examined carefully as they pulled.

[Illustration: Away went the basket to the wreck.]

The captain was below, when the basket reached the vessel, and it was
some minutes before he reappeared.

"He has got Jingo, Bertie," cried the mate.

"Oh, has he?  I thought Jingo would have to drown.  Are you sure, Mr.
Osmond?"

"Yes," said the mate, looking through his field-glass. "He is going to
stow everything into that basket that he can.  I am afraid he will get
it too full."

"Ready!" shouted the captain.

"Steady!" cried the mate.  "If we spill that load we lose the best man
that ever trod the deck of a vessel!"

Again the light-keeper’s monotonous chant, "There she comes!  there she
comes!" commenced, and slowly and steadily the basket advanced.

Suddenly, when it was about two-thirds of the distance over, the rope
ceased to move, and the basket hung motionless over the rough sea.

"What’s the matter?" shouted the light-keeper, looking at the mate.

"The cable must have caught on the rigging, with no one there to keep it
clear.  We thought we guarded against that," said the mate.

"Oh, father can’t get ashore!" cried the child, pale with terror.

Joe tried to comfort him, assuring him that they would find some way to
save him.

Another pull, long and strong, but the rope did not yield.

"What will be done?" asked Mr. Bernard, losing all his ordinary
calmness.  "Can he help himself at all?"

"He can if anybody can," answered the mate gruffly.

"Hark, he is calling!"

Every ear was strained to catch the words.

"Let go there! let’s see if I can move."

They all left the rope and crowded near the edge of the rocks, watching
the slow and dangerous transit as the shaky basket was pushed along step
by step, with a jerky motion that tipped the basket from side to side in
a frightful way.

"Hold on there; I’ll sling a line, captain," as the basket came near
enough to make it possible.

The man seemed too exhausted to pull a foot further, and he crouched
down in the basket as low as possible, with hands outstretched to catch
the line.

A dozen attempts were made in vain, as the wind would blow it out of its
course; but at last the coil dropped into the basket, and was easily
clutched and made fast.

The boys commenced to cheer, but Mr. Bernard hushed them, saying, "Not
now, boys,--wait!"

Steadily on came the basket now, and in a few moments the mate seized it
and steadied it as the captain stepped ashore.

"O father!" cried his son, throwing his arms around him.

"Thank God for his great goodness!" he said reverently, as he held the
child close.

The basket contained dry clothing for the party, and among it little
Herbert’s rat-terrier, almost lifeless with fright.

The light-keeper hurried the rescued party to the house, where his wife
had hot coffee and a bountiful meal ready for them.  The men were too
much exhausted to talk, and were glad to accept the offer of a chance to
sleep off their fatigue.

"Now, boys, we must go back and leave it quiet here; these men need
rest."

"Come on, then, John and Jerry; show us the spouting-horn," cried Joe.

"Will it take us far out of the way, boys?  I am too tired to waste
steps," said Mr. Bernard.

"No, sir; we can go to camp right up that shore," and John led the way,
running like a young deer.

"There she spouts!" he shouted as they came within sight of it.

Loud were the exclamations of surprise and delight as the column of
water shot up into the air with a boom like a cannon.

"What makes it?" asked Maurice Perry.

"I don’t know, I’m sure," said John.  "This one always does so after a
storm; and one on the other side there spouts and bangs at low tide--the
lower the tide the louder she bangs."

Mr. Bernard and the rest of the party had arrived now, and as if for
their benefit the horn spouted full eighty feet, dropping the spray in a
shower all around them.

"What makes it bang so, Mr. Bernard?" asked Maurice again, not satisfied
with John’s answer.

"The air driven by a rush of the water, Maurice. There is a hole in the
side of that rock, extending up to the surface, and the air rushes
through, followed presently by a mass of water, and the escape of the
air from its pursuer causes the loud report."

"It is simply a big pop-gun," said Joe, "and it works itself, without
any boy’s help."

"Oh, I see a rainbow," said Lewis Germaine.

"Where, where?" asked the others.

"Right there in the spray."

"Oh, so there is! just as bright."

"Isn’t that fine?"

After they had exhausted the list of adjectives expressing their
admiration and delight, John said, "I’ll show you somethin’ else some
time when it’s low tide."

This he said with a very proud air, as if he owned all the wonders of
the island.

"Show it now."

"Can’t; it only shows at low tide."

"Oh, the other spouter!"

"No; somethin’ else."

"What is it?--tell us."  And the boys gathered around him.

"Why, right down there, where you see that big rock with a sharp
pick--see it?  Well, right down behind there is a place where the tide
leaves a big puddle when it goes out, and that puddle is full of live
things."

"What are they?" asked Joe laughing;--"not whales?"

"Oh, nothin’ like that.  Flowery kind of things, awful pretty, that shut
up if you look at ’em very hard, or leastways if you poke ’em ever so
easy."

"Those are sea-anemones," said Mr. Bernard.

"Then there are crowds of little things with pricks all over their
backs, and if you turn them over they stick out those splinters
sideways, and make ’em long-like, and pull themselves right side up
again," said John, trying to imitate, with his own arms, the
sea-urchin’s movements with his spines.

"There’s more than that there, too," piped Jerry. "There’s five-fingers,
plenty of ’em--big ones, and baby-fellers, too, no bigger than your
finger-nail; nor so big."

"Sometimes fish get in there, too," said John.  "I tell you it’s an
awful pretty puddle."

"I should think so, indeed," said Mr. Andrews.  "It certainly is a
’puddle’ worth seeing.--When will the tide be low, Jonas?"

"About five o’clock, I reckon, though the fog has been too thick to tell
whether there has been any tide or not," answered the cook, who had come
with the others to see the "spouting-horn."

"Very little doubt of that, I should judge from appearances," said Mr.
Lane, one of the teachers.

"I am too tired to come over again to-day, boys," said Mr. Bernard,
turning to take little Max’s hand. "But you can come at low tide, if you
like.  I suppose John and his brother will be willing to meet you."

"Oh, they are going to camp with us!--Aren’t you, John?"

"No; we want to see what becomes of the wreck--we don’t have one every
day."

"No, I hope not," said Joe.  "Well, good-bye till to-night."




                            *CHAPTER VIII.*

                            *ANEMONE POOL.*


"By the time we get over there, Mr. Andrews, the tide will be down.  Are
you ready?" called Joe, rapping on the tent occupied by that gentleman
and Mr. Lane.

"Yes; we will come directly.  You need not wait."

"All right, sir.--Come on, boys.  They’ll come after.  Who wants to
race?"

"I do," cried Walter Martin.  "Race open for all! No handicapping
either.  One, two, three!  Luck to the fellow that happens to start
ahead!"

Away went two score boys over the pasture, like a herd of wild deer,
clearing the hillocks and patches of hemlock at a bound.

Dave got the lead, and, with Joe close at his heels, he reached the
woods; and there discovering that they had the race to themselves, and
the other boys calling "Time! time!" at the top of their voices, they
both cried "Quits," and dropped together by a blueberry patch, where, as
soon as they recovered breath, they began to pick and eat.  They waited
there until their companions came up; and then, tired of racing, the
party sauntered lazily along, picking berries by the way.

"No John or Jerry here yet?" said Maurice Perry, as they came near the
rendezvous.

"We can find the place easy enough though," said Ned Gould.  "It was
near that rock with a peaked top, John said."

The whole troop of boys leaped down from rock to rock along the
boulder-strown shore, until they reached the rock spoken of as a
landmark.

"I don’t believe the tide is low enough," said Joe, peering into one
pool after another.  "Hullo! there are John and Jerry.--Hullo there!
Come, find your ’puddle.’  We can’t."

"Good reason why.  It’s covered up with water. The tide isn’t low
enough.  There it is, right there; but you’ve got to wait till the tide
is down, and the water in the ’puddle’ settles."

After a while, a standing-place on the outer edge of the pool was free
from water, and as many of the boys as possible crowded upon it.

"You’d better get off that.  A big wave will come and give you a
duckin’," said John laughing.

The boys were hesitating whether to heed the advice, when a shout went
up from the crowd higher up on the rocks.

"Jump!  Quick!  You’ll be ducked!"

The shout gave the warning to some in time, and, leaping across the
pool, they clambered up to a safe place; but others, stopping to look
around and see what was the matter, were drenched by a huge incoming
wave, that fairly took them from their feet and hurled them into John’s
"puddle," among the "live things" he had told them of.

There was a great shrieking, and sputtering, and splashing, as the boys
emerged from their bath, wiser, if not sadder, for the experience.

When the teachers arrived, they found some half-dozen boys dressed in an
exceedingly primitive style, while they wrung their clothes, and hung
them to dry on the boulders.

"I told ’em not to go there," said John.  "You can’t hurry the tide out;
it takes its own time, no matter how many folks is waitin’."

"’Time and tide wait for no man,’" suggested Maurice.

"Well, the rest of us will take warning, and keep where it is safe,"
said Mr. Andrews, striving to peer into the troubled waters of the pool.

After a few more waves had swept over, making the crowd run back in a
lively way from the edge, John announced oracularly,--

"There, that’s about the last.  There won’t be any more come over that
strip of ledge on the other side; but you can’t see nothin’ till it gets
settled."

He was right in his prophecy: no more rude waves chased them from their
position, and gradually the water of the pool grew clearer and clearer,
until some of its wonders could be plainly seen.

"I see an anemone!" cried Mr. Andrews.

"Yes, dozens of them.  How beautiful--purple and yellow in every shade!"
added Mr. Lane.

"What! those filmy-looking things against the sides?" asked Joe, lying
flat on the rocks to see better.

"Yes; those are sea-anemones."

"See ’em shut up when I poke ’em," cried John, coming with a stick to
show them off.

"No, no, John; not yet," cried Mr. Andrews, motioning him away.  "We
want to see them open.  See them wave their tentacles in search of food!
Ah, one fellow has a periwinkle eating!"

"You don’t mean to say that soft-looking thing can eat that winkle!"
exclaimed Dave.

"Yes, indeed, and very much larger things than that.--Let me take the
stick, John."

Then touching one of the anemones with it in the gentlest way, he caused
it to draw in its tentacles and shut up like a puckered bag, all beauty
gone.

"Oh, leave the rest open!" cried the boys.

Mr. Lane stooped down, and, working carefully and perseveringly,
detached one from the side of the rock, and offered it to Joe.  But it
was not an inviting-looking object out of its element; and Joe,
shrinking back, said, "Thanks,--no jelly for me."

"Now look at the sea-urchins and star-fish," said Mr. Andrews, picking
up a specimen of each.  "See these spines, how stiff and unyielding they
look."

"Only put him down bottom upward," interposed Jerry, setting one down
that he held in his hand.

The boys crowded around and watched the curious creature as he slanted
his spines until he brought them into position where he could move
himself on them, and gradually bring himself right side up again.

The boys experimented with them and with the star-fish for a long time,
and tried to spread the latter out to dry on the rocks; but by the time
they had smoothed out the last ray the first would be curling up,
conscious that it was in an unfriendly place.

"We will take some over to camp and pin them on a board," said Mr. Lane,
collecting specimens of various sizes from that of a penny to that of a
hat-crown.

"Pin them down?  You wouldn’t stick pins into them, Mr. Lane!" said Joe,
horrified.

"In the cause of science.  Besides, they have no brains, and
consequently no feelings to hurt."

"They may not have brains; but if they have no feeling, why do they
twist up when you bother them?"

"I’ve seen ’em growing a new finger when one’s been pulled off," piped
Jerry.

"Yes; they can readily supply any such loss."

"Wasn’t I right in saying it was a pretty puddle?" asked John proudly.

"Yes, indeed; but it deserves a better name.  Let’s call it Anemone
Pool."

"That’s it.  That sounds first-rate," answered the boys.  "Anemone Pool
it is."

The wet clothes were still damp, but the owners dressed themselves, and
were proceeding to hurry away, when John said, "Hold on!  I forgot to
tell you something."  The boys stood still and looked back, waiting for
the speaker to come to them.

"Those men from the wreck said they spoke a fishing-smack just off
yonder the night before the storm, and they had aboard two of the
scaredest fellows you ever see."

The boys were all attention now, and crowded around John.

"The captain of the smack said the boys had been sea-sick ever since
they shipped, and as soon as the fog came on they had been so frightened
he didn’t know what to do with ’em."

"Well, what did he do?" demanded Joe impatiently.

"He wanted Captain Melrose to take them off his hands; he thought there
was goin’ to be a storm, and he really hadn’t room for ’em.  He said
they just stayed around and moped."

"Poor fellows!" said Joe soberly.

"Captain Melrose couldn’t take ’em; he was bound out.  The other cap’n
said somethin’ about the two belongin’ on an island with a
campin’-party; and afterwards when he came ashore here and see all you
fellows he concluded this was the island."

The boys exchanged glances with Mr. Lane and Mr. Andrews, but not a word
was spoken for several minutes; then Mr. Andrews said, "Boys, go on to
camp, and Mr. Lane and I will go back to the lighthouse and interview
these men to see if we can get any further information."

The boys went slowly away, feeling very sober over John’s news, and the
two teachers hastened in the opposite direction.

"What do you suppose has become of them?" asked Dave, in a low tone, of
his friend Joe.

"I wish I knew; and yet I don’t either.  That awful storm came after
Captain Melrose spoke the smack.  Oh, I wish they would come sailing by
now!"

"What would you do?"

"I would fly over to Mr. Bernard and beg him to let them land.  I think
they’ve been punished enough, and I think he thinks so too, and would
forgive them."

"Who wants to go out in the boat?" shouted Ned Gould, looking back
towards Joe and Dave, who owned part of the little craft.

"I," said Joe; "but it’s too rough yet from the storm.  Look at the
white-caps."

"Who cares for white-caps?  It’s all the more fun when the boat dances."

"Well, fun or no fun, you won’t get Mr. Bernard’s permission to go
before to-morrow, and very likely not then."

"Oh, bother!  Mr. Bernard is always tying us up so.  We can’t go here,
we can’t go there," said Ned angrily.

"That’s so.  I should think we were old enough to do as we choose.  My
father doesn’t want me to be made a Miss Nancy; he wants me to rough
it," growled Walter Martin.

"I’ve managed a boat ever since I was out of petticoats," continued Ned,
"and father knows it; but I suppose Mr. Bernard would be horrified if I
should ask leave to borrow the light-keeper’s boat for a sail."

"I don’t think Mr. Bernard is a bit too strict," said Joe boldly.  "Just
remember that he has the care of a big crowd, and feels responsible for
our safety.  I believe most of our folks would say he couldn’t be too
careful in such a place as this."

"Oh, of course you would stand up for him!" sneered Walter, "you and he
are such friends."

Joe laughed good-naturedly.

"Well, if we can’t use our boat we might as well set her adrift.  What’s
the use of having a boat?" growled Walter.

"Bite off your nose to spite your face!" whispered Dave.

"I’ll tell you what we’ll do.  I’ll get Mr. Bernard to let us go off to
the other end of the island down by the place John told us about, and
we’ll bring our lunch and have a high time!" exclaimed Joe.

"Can’t go without a teacher along to look after us, just as if we were
infants out with their nurse," grumbled Walter.

"I will ask Mr. Bernard to give us liberty for once, and trust us to
take care of ourselves," laughed Joe, determined to restore Walter to
good-nature.

"He won’t do it."

"I’ll ask, anyhow.  I believe he will."

"There’s the supper-bell!" shouted Dave, dashing away toward camp.

The rest of the crowd quickened their steps to a run, and were soon
gathered around the table, having returned from their long walk with
keen appetites.

Joe gave Mr. Bernard the story told by Captain Melrose and repeated to
them by John Kramer; and added that the two teachers had gone on to the
lighthouse, hoping to hear something that would give them a clue to the
whereabouts of the fishing-smack.




                             *CHAPTER IX.*

                          *A DAY OF FREEDOM.*


The next morning, directly after breakfast, Joe was reminded of his
promise, and approaching Mr. Bernard, he said, "I want to ask a favour,
sir."

"Very well, Joe."

"We boys, the whole crowd of us, want to go off on a lark."

"That is frankly said, Joe," said Mr. Bernard smiling.

Joe laughed, and continued, "We want to go over to a fishing-place John
tells about, where the fish are extra big and quick to bite."

"I am willing, Joe, perfectly willing."

"But that isn’t all, Mr. Bernard," said Joe reddening, and finding it
harder to ask the favour than he expected.  "We want to go on our own
hook, and not have any one to look after us."

"That would be sorry fishing, to get on your own hooks, Chester," was
the laughing reply.  "But I understand: you object to the company of the
teachers. Is that it?"

That did not sound just right to Joe, but it was the truth; so he
laughed and admitted the fact.  "What have you against us, Joe?  Are we
too strict?" asked Mr. Bernard good-naturedly.  "Have we offended your
majesties in any way?"

"Oh no, sir.  The teachers are very nice; but some of the boys think
they are tied up too much, and get kind of uneasy."

Mr. Bernard glanced over the crowd of boys gathered round to hear the
decision, and seemed to be studying the question.

"We would be just as careful as if the teachers were there," interposed
Lewis Swift; and many other voices added a like assurance.

"Very well, boys.  If you will all be careful, I will agree to your
going without a leader.  I think myself that it is much wiser to have
one of the teachers with such a troop of boys.  When men gather in
companies, they always appoint a leader, and consider it no disgrace to
them."

"That’s so," said Joe Chester.  "I never thought of that; did you,
Walt?"

"No, but I’m for a day of freedom!" replied Walter in a low tone.  Then
aloud he said, "So we may go, Mr. Bernard, may we?"

"Yes, you may go.  Success to you, and a safe return!"

"Three cheers for the teachers!" cried Ned Gould, waving his cap, and
adding in a low tone to Walter, "Nice fellows--at a distance!"

Jonas grumbled a good deal at having so many lunches to put up.

"It’s worse than getting dinner for you!  It will take all my bread and
gingerbread."

"Put in plenty; we’ll be hungry as sharks," said David, bringing along a
good-sized basket.

"Put in some potatoes, Jonas, and we’ll make a fire and cook some for
dinner ourselves.  I can fry fish on a stick," said Joe.

"Now, you youngsters, save all the fish you catch, and Freitag and I’ll
come over and fetch ’em back."

"All right, Jonas; we’ll have a big load for you."

Mr. Bernard gave them numerous cautions; and, promising to remember
them, the boys hurried away, laden with baskets of lunch, fishing-rods,
and bait.

They were in high spirits, and Mr. Bernard could hear them, long after
they were out of sight, singing, "Cheer, boys, cheer."

"This is something like--don’t you say so, boys? It seems good to be our
own masters.  I’m sick of hearing ’Don’t do this,’ and ’You’d better not
do that.’  It spoils all the fun of camping out."

"Well, Walt, we are free for once.  Let’s enjoy our liberty, and not
grumble," said Joe.

They made a second breakfast of blueberries on the way, and arrived at
the fishing-place in the best of spirits.

They found the sport, as John had told them, the liveliest kind
imaginable; and all were soon engaged with hook and line.

The tide was quite low, but coming in steadily, and they found it
necessary to retreat before it continually. Sometimes the advancing
waves would overtake them in their eagerness for one more bite, and as a
result it was necessary now and then to remove their rubber boots and
empty out the water.

"I guess there’ll be more fish than Jonas and his man Friday will want
to carry," said Dave, as he began to gather the fish from the rocks to
put them in the basket.  "Let’s have a lunch."

"So say I," said Donald Parker.  "There’s plenty of drift-wood close at
hand."

The fires were soon built, the potatoes were put to roast, and the fish
were hung by the gills on sticks over the coals.

There was a great deal of laughing and shouting over the preparation for
"Lunch No. 1," as they called this, intending to save enough food to
have several more during the day.

Some began to eat their fish before they were half cooked, and others
found theirs burned or smoked; but all were merry over the gipsy meal,
when Joe, standing up and looking around, said, "Where are Walt and
Ned?"

"Sure enough, where are they?" asked Dave, dropping his fish into the
fire.  "I haven’t heard their voices for ever so long."

"Nor I," said several boys.

"Not since we first got here."

"Walt Martin!  Ned Gould!"

"Ned!  Walt!" shouted the crowd, making war-whoops with their hands over
their mouths.

"Shout again, all together!"

Again they all shouted, loud enough to frighten the mermaids in the sea.

"Ho, Walt!"

Only a prolonged echo came back, and seemed to mock them.

"Now it’s mean for those fellows to go off and frighten us!" cried Joe
indignantly.

"I say as much.  They’ve hid somewhere to make us hunt them up.  I move
we let them wait, and eat our lunch."

So they began eating again, talking meanwhile of their missing
companions.

No one remembered anything about them after they reached the rocks.

Each boy had been busy selecting his place, baiting hooks, and pulling
in fish, with the frequent shout, "Look out there!  Big wave coming!"

Then would be a rushing back, and dragging of lines, as the tide pursued
them further and further back.

"Perhaps they’ve gone up to the lighthouse," suggested Dave.  "I’ll go
up and see."

"Hold on, Dave; I’ll go too," said Joe, disposing hastily of a large
piece of gingerbread.  "One of you fellows tend my fish."

"All right!  Eat it, too, if you want us."

Joe and David met John and Jerry coming rapidly down over the rocks.

"We heard an awful yelling, and thought we’d come and see what the
matter was."

"We were calling Walt and Ned.  We thought perhaps they had come up
here.  Have you seen anything of them?"

"No; they haven’t been near us.  Perhaps they’ve tumbled into the sea."

"Cheerful suggestion!" said Joe, shrugging his shoulders.

"They’d hardly be likely to do so without one yell at least; and both of
them together would make a considerable noise.  No; I suppose they are
hiding somewhere to frighten us."

"What are you doing--fishing?"

"Yes; you see we are over here by ourselves--no teachers with us," said
Joe.

"Wish there was now!" added Dave.

"So do I.  If one of the teachers had come, those boys wouldn’t be
playing their pranks this way."

"What’s the matter?" shouted Mr. Kramer, coming out on the ledge before
his door.  "What are you youngsters howling about?"

"We can’t find two of the boys."

"Can’t find ’em!  Where were they when you see ’em last?"

"They came over from camp with us, and we all began to fish; that’s the
last any of us saw of them."

"Humph! that’s a nice business," said the light-keeper thoughtfully,
knocking the ashes out of his pipe, and tucking it in the pocket of his
monkey-jacket.

"We didn’t miss them until we made our fires and were cooking our fish."

Jacob Kramer said nothing, but started across the ledge that paved his
yard.

"How long have you been over there fishing?"

"Oh, we got there by nine o’clock."

"And now it is about eleven," said Kramer, looking at the sun.

"Yes, sir," replied Joe, referring to his little silver watch; "it is
five minutes past."

"If they went around the cliff just beyond the fishing-place, and didn’t
watch, the tide would soon cut them off."

Joe and Dave looked frightened.

"Where would they be now? can they get over the cliff?"

"Over the cliff?  Not much, unless they can walk up a wall like a fly.
It isn’t less than forty feet high in any place right there, and part o’
the way it’s sixty and seventy, straight up and down.  I’ll go and look
over."

He led the way to the brow of the cliff, about twenty yards off; and,
lying down flat, looked over the edge.

The boys held their breath until he spoke.

"Yes; there are the young scamps!"

Joe and Dave threw themselves upon the ground and crept to the edge
also.

"Keep back there, you rascals!  This is no place for you."

The boys crept back until it was safe to stand again, saying, "I saw
them!"

"So did I!  What a place!"

"Hullo, down there!" shouted Mr. Kramer.

Ned and Walter looked up in evident surprise and relief.

"O Mr. Kramer, can’t you get us off?" they screamed.

"I don’t think I can."

"The tide is coming higher and higher, and we have climbed as far as we
can.  Will we have to drown?"

The light-keeper looked down some time before answering--it seemed an
hour to Joe--then he said in a tone the boys below could not hear, "The
tides are so much higher now, and the sea so rough since the storm,
there’s no knowin’ how high it will get."

The boys below, tired of waiting for an answer, screamed, "Mr. Kramer,
do something to help us. Bring a boat around here and take us off."

"That’s the worst place on the island to take a boat. The water drives
in furiously, and then sucks back enough to drag the solid cliff after
it, if it wasn’t anchored very strong."

This the light-keeper said to the two boys near him; and Ned and Walter,
in their perilous position under the cliff, waited breathlessly for an
answer, nearly frantic at the delay.

"Mr. Kramer, O Mr. Kramer!  How high does the tide come here?"

"I can’t see.  Can’t you tell by the looks of the rocks?"

"No, we don’t know how."

"You can tell how high it comes generally by the seaweed and barnacles.
I think it won’t come up to you," he said at last.

This was sorry comfort.

"But you are not sure!  Oh, come round in the boat, please."

"I shan’t risk my boat in there unless it’s a case of life or death, for
she’d be smashed in a moment, and no one could save himself in that
whirlpool."

"But can’t you go out in the boat and be near, so you could get to them
if the water got too high where they are?" asked Joe eagerly.

Kramer hesitated.

"Oh, do, Mr. Kramer," urged Joe.  "We boys will make up a purse and pay
you."

"Nonsense, boy!  If I do it at all it won’t be for money.  I tell you a
boat would get smashed there very quick.  It would go against the rocks
in spite of me.  I’ll get some of those wrecked fellows waked up, and go
out.  I suppose the youngsters will feel better to see the boat."

"Oh yes," said Joe; "we shall all feel easier."

"It is almost half an hour yet before the tide is high," said the
light-keeper meditatively as he looked below again.

"Here, you down there!  I’ll come around in the boat.--John, you run to
the house and wake up a couple of those men.  You needn’t disturb the
captain. I only want two.  Fetch ’em along quick down to the
boat-landing!"

John was off in a minute, and Joe and Dave ran down to the boat with
Kramer, who, now he had made up his mind, seemed inclined to hurry.

The two men from the house soon followed, and the boat was quickly
launched.




                              *CHAPTER X.*

                           *BOYS IN A TRAP.*


Meanwhile the other boys, having disposed of their lunch, and hearing
nothing from Joe and David, became more anxious, and set off for the
lighthouse.

There they learned from Mrs. Kramer that John had reported Walter and
Ned surrounded by the tide, and that the boat was to be launched to go
to the rescue.

In great excitement the crowd of boys rushed down over the rocks to the
place where the men had just pushed off in their boat.

There were two pairs of oars and two strong boat-hooks in the skiff, and
the three men were ready to do all they could for the castaways.

The boat was soon out of sight beyond the spur of the cliff that helped
to form the trap in which Walter and Ned were caught, and the crowd
rushed back to their lunch-place, to see if they could get a glimpse of
the boat there; but another spur, around which the boys had gone to
hide, shut off the view.

When they reached their fishing-ground, they found, to their disgust,
that the tide had risen over much of their lunch, and had carried off
many of their nice, jointed rods, that were still floating provokingly
near, but just out of reach.

The baskets had been tipped over by the waves, spilling all the fine
fish they had caught in the morning.

"Did you ever see such luck?" cried Clifford Davis--"everything at sixes
and sevens."

"This is the result of too much freedom, eh?" asked Don.

"That’s so, Don," said Joe.  "I wish we were all safe out of this
scrape."

Some of the boys had taken the precaution to throw their rods well up on
the rocks, and with these they tried to rescue the floating baskets and
rods, but with a limited success; only a few could be recovered.

It was a great temptation to Joe and Dave, knowing of the look-out on
the edge of the cliff and yet keeping away from it; but they understood
too well the risk that would be run by a crowd of careless, venturesome
boys, who would never believe that they could come to harm by just
looking over the edge of the cliff, however steep it might be.

The time seemed very long as they waited for Mr. Kramer’s return, or
some tidings from the missing boys.

"Pretty near high tide," exclaimed Joe soberly, as he held his watch for
Dave to see.

"The boat is around there by this time, and the question is now whether
they are to be taken off that way or left to wait for the tide to get as
low as it was when they dodged around that place."

"Why, isn’t Mr. Kramer going to take them off anyway?" asked Lewis
Germaine.

"Not if he finds they are safe without it.  He won’t risk his boat in
there if they can be saved any other way.  The water rushes in there
like a mill-race, and sweeps out again the same way."

"Then we may have to wait two or three hours yet before we can see the
boys!" exclaimed Don.

"Yes," said Joe, "all that time."

He presently whispered to David, "I can’t stand it, boy.  You stay here,
so the others won’t suspect.  I am going to look, if I can steal off
without their knowing it.  Don’t you say that I’m gone."

"All right," said Dave.  "Get back as quick as you can."

Joe began skipping stones lazily, and, moving slowly away from the rest
of the party, disappeared behind some rocks, beyond which he dropped
suddenly, and crept on hands and knees up the bank where the bushes were
thickest.

Once out of sight of his companions, he arose and hurried out to the
point on the cliff overlooking the prison-house of his two friends.
There he crept carefully to the edge and looked over.

"Good! they are safe, and there’s the boat."

"How are you there?  All right?" he heard the mate of the wrecked vessel
shout.

"All right!  No, sir--not by a good deal.  The water is still coming
up," shouted Walter.

As the boat was pulled within speaking distance the frightened boys
became more and more alarmed, it plunged about so wildly on the rough
water; and they thought, perilous as their position was, it was
preferable to a change to the boat.

"We’ll drown getting into that skiff, Walt," said Ned, paler than ever
at the dilemma.

"Yes, if there is any chance here, I would rather stay till the tide
goes down; wouldn’t you?"

"Yes, I would."

"Say, Mr. Kramer, just lie off there, and wait; perhaps the water won’t
come up here."

"That’s just what I’m doing.  You don’t catch me risk my boat in there
unless you are ready to go under."

"When is it high tide?" shouted Walter.

"Five minutes before twelve."

Walter looked at his watch eagerly.  "I believe it won’t reach us, Ned.
It is ten minutes off high now, and unless the last few waves are extra
high we will have a standing-place in this cleft in the rock."

Ten minutes dragged slowly away, and the angry waves had not reached
them.  They waited a little longer, to be sure, and then cried joyfully,
"It is twelve o’clock and after, and we are all right."

"Good!  Then all you’ve got to do is to wait, and learn wisdom against
another time.  The tide will be down low enough to let you out of that
trap in about two hours and a half, or three, at most."

The boys groaned, and then Ned said dolefully, "We’ll starve to death.
I didn’t know I was hungry until the danger was over."

"You’ll be hungrier before you get off," shouted the hard-hearted
Kramer, laughing provokingly.--"A good lesson for the young scamps.  It
seems they made a fuss about having a teacher go along with ’em to look
after them, so the head man, Mr. Bernard, let ’em off alone to-day.
That little chap, Joe, he owned they’d got enough of it."

"I’ll lower them something with a line when we get ashore," said the
mate, glancing up at the perpendicular face of the cliff.  "It isn’t
long ago that I was wrecked myself and wanted help."

Joe had seen enough to gladden his heart as he lay looking over the edge
of his high perch.  The boys were safe at high tide, and the boat was
coming back without them, so he went back toward his companions, and
when within hailing distance, cried, "Come on, boys; let’s go over to
the boat-landing, and wait till Mr. Kramer gets back."

The boys were ready for anything that would help to pass away the time,
and they rushed away in time to see the boat rounding the rocky point
that had hidden it from view.

"Whew! there they come, but no Walt or Ned," exclaimed Cliff Davis.

"What did you find out, Joe?" whispered David, locking arms with his
friend.

"The boys are all right: the water won’t come any higher.  But won’t it
seem a long time before they get back?"

When the boat reached the landing the mate called cheerily, "Boys, your
messmates are all right, but very hungry; have you got any dinner with
you?"

"Yes; we saved some for them, but the tide carried off a lot."

"Well, bring it along, and I’ll get a line and lower it to them."

"Hurrah for you, sir!" shouted the boys.  "Oh how glad they’ll be!"

Joe and Dave ran for the lunch, while John scampered to the house for a
long line.

Going out on the cliff, the mate tied the basket to the line, and
prepared to drop it over.

"Stand back," he shouted, as the boys crowded forward.  "I shan’t do it
unless you all stand back."

"Are they down there?  Can you see them?" asked the boys eagerly.

"Yes, I see them."

"My! just think, we might have been here watching them just as well as
not," exclaimed Lewis.

Joe and Dave exchanged wise glances at this, and Mr. Kramer said, "Lucky
you didn’t know it, for a crowd of you boys jiggling and pushing and
fooling, as boys do, would have gone over.  Stand back there!"

"Hullo, below!" shouted the mate.  "Here’s some food for you."

Walter and Ned, looking up, saw the basket slowly descending, and the
boys listening heard a faint cheer above the roar of the sea.

"Got it?"

"Yes, all right!" shouted Walter, taking the basket from the line.

"There! that’s all I can do for them," said the mate, reeling in the
line.  "Now, boys, I’ll give you some advice for nothing: Go back to a
safer place, and wait for your friends.  They will be prisoners for over
two hours yet, and if you stay here some of the rest of you will be
pretty likely to tumble over to keep them company; only I reckon your
company wouldn’t be good for much after you got down there."

"All right, sir," said Joe, glad to have some one speak
authoritatively.--"Come on, boys!  Let’s go back and lie around on the
rocks and tell stories."

"Agreed, if you will be the teller," cried several, knowing that he had
Robinson Crusoe and the Arabian Nights at his tongue’s end.

Away went the crowd back to the fishing-place; and Mr. Kramer and the
other two men returned to the lighthouse.




                             *CHAPTER XI.*

                             *THE ESCAPE.*


The time passed much more quickly to the crowd listening to Joe, as they
lay on the rocks in every attitude imaginable, than to Walter and Ned
under the cliff, with the sea still surging around them.

As soon as their fright was over, they began to blame each other for the
trouble they were in.

"It was your idea, hiding from the boys," said Ned, as they paced to and
fro as far as their prison would allow.

"Yes; but you were just as willing as I, old fellow. We were both
idiots.  We might have known the tide would cut us off."

"Won’t the teachers laugh at us!  ’Serve them right,’ they’ll say,
plague on them!" grumbled Ned.

"Well, it does serve us right; but I wish the boys would keep quiet
about it though, and not give the teachers a chance to laugh at us."

"But they won’t; they’ll say it’s too good to keep."

The lunch lowered by the mate restored their good-nature, and they
waited, watch in hand, as the waters abated around their perch.  Ned
even recovered enough to joke about their misfortune, and Walter sang,--

    "On a lone, barren isle,
      Where the wild, angry billows
    Assail the stern rock," etc.


At length the tide was so low they ventured out to the high rock that
shut them away from the rest of the party; and too impatient to wait
longer, they doffed boots and stockings, rolled their trousers above
their knees, and, waiting till the waves rolled back, they dashed into
the water, and were quickly around the other side of the cliff, and in
sight of their companions.

"There they are!" shouted Don Parker, interrupting Joe’s story in its
most exciting part.

"Where?"--"Who?"

"Walt and Ned."

"Sure enough, so they are!"

"Hurrah!"--"Welcome to the castaways!" cried the crowd, leaping to their
feet.

"Glad to see you, old fellows!" said Joe; "but you gave us an awful
fright."

"We gave ourselves a greater, I’ll be bound," said Walter frankly.
"That was a mighty uncomfortable place we stumbled into."

"Yes, and we thought we’d seen the last of you fellows," added Ned,
throwing himself down upon the rock, and pillowing his head on his
locked arms as he lay on his back.  "That’s just as near as I want to
come to Robinson Crusoe’s experience.  We were worse off than he was--he
had plenty of room; and one time when the tide was highest we had the
spray flying over our heads.  My coat is wet now."

"Is it this week, or next, or the year 1900?" said Walt.  "It seems ages
since we dodged around behind that rock to see if we could frighten
you."

"You won’t feel complimented, I am afraid," said Joe laughing, "when I
tell you we didn’t miss you till noon.  We were so busy fishing, we
thought only of that, until some one went to cook fish; then we all got
hungry and decided to have a lunch.  When we got ready to eat we missed
you."

"That was when we heard them shouting, Ned."

"Yes, I suppose so."

"Why didn’t you answer?"

"We did; we just yelled.  But it was no use, and we knew it, for we
could hardly hear you, the sea roared so, as it made up into that pocket
in the cliff; and we knew by the sound that you were all shouting
together, though it reached us just as faintly. Oh! it was awful there.
I thought I was a pretty good kind of a fellow till then, and I thought
of all the bad things I ever did."

"So did I," said Ned, looking up at the clouds meditatively.  "I wonder
if folks always do when they get into danger?"

"I think they do.  I’ve heard my uncle tell how he felt when he came
within an inch of drowning. He said everything came back to him like a
flash," said Cliff Davis.

"Well, it’s awful anyway!" added Walter.  "I shall never forget how it
seemed to have that water come at us like wild beasts, roaring and
snapping at us as if it would swallow us whole in a minute."

"Don’t talk about it, Walt," said Ned shuddering "I saw you down below
there, when Mr. Kramer first hailed you," said Joe to change the
subject, which was getting painful.

"You did?" asked Ned, opening his half-closed eyes.

"You did?" echoed the crowd.

"Where were you?"

"Yes, that’s what we would like to know."

"Up on the cliff, lying flat on my stomach; but as soon as I got one
glimpse, Mr. Kramer ordered me back."

"Why didn’t you tell us, so we could look?" grumbled the crowd.

"I didn’t want you to break your necks.  It was bad enough to have two
fellows down in that trap, without letting the rest of the party tumble
down on them.  Kramer drove me back, but I went and peeped once
afterwards.  Dave knew I was going.  I couldn’t stand it a minute
longer; I knew the men had gone in the boat, and was afraid you two
would drown before it could get around there, or afraid the boat would
swamp if you tried to get in.  I prayed hard for a minute."

"Did you?" asked Walter, looking quickly at Joe. "So did I--harder than
I ever did before in all my life."

Ned said nothing, but lay with his eyes closed; and the other boys were
unusually quiet.

"Wasn’t I glad to hear you say, ’It’s twelve o’clock, and we are safe!’"

"Is my hair gray, Joe?" asked Walter, half laughing, and half in
earnest, as he took off his round cap, and revealed a crop of short
black curls.

"Not much that I can see."

"I have heard of hair turning gray from fright, and I thought perhaps I
might be needing hair-dye."

"When shall we go back to camp, boys?" asked Dave.

"It depends on whether you are going to tell about our scrape, whether I
go back at all," replied Walter, laughing, and yet half in earnest.
"You fellows promise not to say anything about it, won’t you?"

"I am willing.  It’s all over now, and no harm done to any one; but the
teachers will hear of it from Kramer," replied Joe.

"Yes, I suppose so; but don’t let’s tell to-day."

"Just as you say.  We got a joke on ourselves too. While we were rushing
around looking at the boat, the tide came up over our baskets of fish
and the lunch, and carried off the very best of the fishing-rods. So the
laugh will be against us all."

"Here is Jonas with his ’man Friday,’ after the fish!" exclaimed Maurice
Perry, doubling up with a fit of laughter, as he glanced at the empty
baskets that had been rescued after much effort.

"Well, boys, had good luck?" called Jonas as soon as he came within
speaking distance.

"First-rate, Jonas," answered Joe.

"Where are the fish, then?" demanded Jonas, staring at the empty
baskets.

"Echo answers, ’Where?’"

"You didn’t catch any, after all.  You’ve been foolin’ around here all
day!" cried the cook wrathfully. "Now you’ll get little supper for this,
’cause I’ve been dependin’ on them fish.  Here, give me a rod!  I’ll
catch some for the gentlemen’s supper. You boys can go without.--Come
on, Freitag!"

The boys were rolling on the rocks and laughing, which added greatly to
Jonas’s wrath.

"Lazy scamps!" he said.

"Now, Jonas," remonstrated Joe, as soon as he could recover himself and
sober his face enough to speak, "we are not laughing at you; we are
laughing at ourselves.  Don’t get mad.  We met with a big misfortune.
We got fish enough to stock a market--beauties too; and while we went
over to see Mr. Kramer the tide came up and swept them all out, and
worse still, carried off our fishing-tackle."

"That’s so, Jonas."

"Humph! great thing to laugh about!" grumbled Jonas, somewhat mollified.

"You ought to pity rather than scold us," cried Joe, pretending to feel
hurt.  "We lost most of our lunch, too.  You’ll do as well as you can
for us with supper, won’t you?--’cause this has been an awful hard day
on us."

"Oh--oh, hear!" cried the crowd, writhing again in convulsions of
laughter.

Jonas shrewdly suspected that they had not told all their bad luck; but
he had heard enough, and summoning Friday to get a fishing-rod and hurry
along, he went down where it seemed most probable to him that the fish
would be plenty.

When the boys went back to camp they fully intended to keep the rest of
the story to themselves; but at the supper-table, when Mr. Bernard asked
for an account of their day’s adventures, each looked at his neighbour
to see who would be spokesman, and in looking they fell to laughing, and
there was no one sober enough to answer.

"You evidently had a very jolly day, boys," said Mr. Bernard, with a
twinkle in his gray eyes.

"Not very, sir," said Joe, feeling that it was impolite to leave the
remark unanswered.  The boys all laughed again, and Joe said, "The tide
carried off our lunch, and our fish, and ever so many of the best rods."

"Ah, that was bad, but not half so had as if you were in danger
yourselves."

The boys exchanged glances, and Walter and Ned reddened very
uncomfortably.

Had the news travelled across the island so soon?

Surely Mr. Andrews and Mr. Lane both looked very wise as they glanced
down the double row of boys.

"It’s no use; I am going to tell," exclaimed Walter abruptly.  "We had a
horrid time, Mr. Bernard. Ned and I got hemmed in by the tide, and had
to stay five hours.  It wasn’t much fun."

"I had heard as much, Walter," said Mr. Bernard kindly.  "Mr. Kramer
told Jonas.  We may thank a kind Providence that you escaped with your
lives. It was a very frightful experience, I am sure.  I don’t see how
any of you can feel like laughing."

"O Mr. Bernard," said Joe apologetically, "we didn’t all day, I assure
you.  We were wretched enough while Walt and Ned were missing; but after
they got back safe, and we came to think it all over, and remember that
we were only having our own way as we wanted to, and what a hard way it
had turned out, it struck us as a pretty good joke on ourselves."

"Perhaps it was, boys, but the escape has given us new cause for
thankfulness to the good Lord who holds us in his keeping, and I think
our little prayer-meeting to-night will become a praise-meeting, in
which every heart will join."




                             *CHAPTER XII.*

                          *THE MISSING BOYS.*


To take up the story where Ralph and Ben Carver dropped out, we must
return to the evening after the final examination.

They had come to their room early, as all the scholars had, to pack for
their camp trip.  Ben pulled out the valises from the closet, and began
to stir up the contents of his trunk to make a selection of the thickest
and oldest garments to take with him.

"There’s a jacket in the sear and yellow leaf, but it’s warm; in she
goes.  Those trousers, I don’t know about them.  There’s a pretty big
hole in them; but yes, they’ll do to fish in.  Come, Ralph, get your
clothes together," exclaimed Ben, seeing that his room-mate had thrown
himself down astride of a chair, and with his head supported by both
hands, looked like a third-rate tragedy actor.

There was no answer, and Ben went on packing and talking.

"I’m going to take more things this time.  I know I hadn’t anything fit
to wear last year.  Camp-life is very hard on clothes and shoes."

There was no response from Ralph, and Ben, pausing in his packing,
exclaimed,--

"What’s the matter, Drayton?  You look as glum as a catfish with a hook
in his gills!"

"I feel just as I look, then."

"Come on, boy, we’ve got to start right after breakfast, and there’ll be
no time to pack then."

"I don’t care."

"Nonsense!  Come, here’s your valise gaping at you."

"I’m not going, Carver."

"Fiddlesticks! you are too.  There’s the foot-ball and your
fishing-tackle.  I’ll get your things together for you."

"No.  I tell you I shan’t go.  I’ve let this thing go on far enough.  I
absolutely haven’t courage to go with the rest of the crowd to that
island, where I can’t get away, if I feel ever so much like running."

"The supply of courage has given out, has it?" asked Ben laughing.
"There has been a pretty heavy drain on it, I will admit."

"Yes, it has given out," and Ralph laughed in spite of his melancholy.

"That’s bad; but come, old fellow, you’ll feel better after we get off."

"And leave Joe Chester behind?"

Ralph got off the chair that he had been torturing, and, putting his
hands deep in his pockets, paced to and fro.

"No, Ben; I’m a pretty mean lot, but I declare it’s getting beyond my
depth.  The next thing I shall go all under."

"And drag me too," added Ben, casting a sidelong glance at his friend.

"Yes, you too.  I have been dragging you along in the same mire, until,
to accommodate me, you’ve got in about as deep as I have."

"Don’t mind me, Drayton.  It doesn’t trouble me one bit," said Ben
carelessly.  "My lies have all been in the cause of friendship.  Come,
cheer up, old fellow. We’ll both reform after this, and never again tell
lies."

"If I ever do tell another, I’ll be a fool," said Ralph emphatically.
"It doesn’t pay; besides, it is mean work."

"Yes, but what could you do?  Confess to that job with the books?  That
was enough to expel you; don’t you know it was?"

"I don’t care; that would be better than living a lie here day after
day, and seeing those eyes of Joe Chester’s on me day and night.  No,
sir!  I’m not going to the island and leave him behind.  You are
mistaken in me.  I’ve got to the end of my rope."

Ben whistled dolefully; went and drummed a funeral march on the window;
then coming back, and dropping into a chair, rested his elbow on the
table, and his cheek on his hand, looking up meanwhile at his companion.

"What’s the next thing on the bill of fare, then?"

"I’m going to cut," answered Ralph deliberately.

"What good will that do?"

"I’ll leave a note for Bernard, confessing about the books, and then Joe
Chester can go.  Even if the master did not get the note till after the
boat started, he would come back for Joe."

"Now, Ralph, if you do this I am set adrift too, you see.  I have told
as many lies as you have, and if you tell on yourself it will come out
somehow,--that I know."

"No, it won’t, Ben."

"It will, as sure as anything.  Anyhow my courage is gone too.  I don’t
want to face Mr. Bernard and the other fellows.  No, sir!  I shall stick
by you. Give us your hand, old fellow.  ’Sink or swim, live or die,
survive or perish,’ we’ll stick together.  What’s the use of a chum that
won’t stick?  Now, where shall we go?  That’s the question."

"That’s the question," repeated Ralph, beginning to throw things into
his open trunk, to be left till called for, because he expected this was
to end his school-days at Massillon Academy.

"If we start off now on foot we shall be tracked, for Mr. Bernard will
not rest till he gets news of us."

"That’s so.  And if we wait and go by train in the morning, all the town
will know it.  That will never do."

Both meditated a while, and then Ben said, waving an imaginary hat
around his head, "I tell you!  Let’s go over to the Cape and see if we
can’t find a vessel bound out.  Father sent me ten pounds for the camp
out, and we’ll hire a passage."

"Agreed!--the very thing!  What shall we want to take?"

"We will wear these school-suits, and pack up some rough clothes, our
blankets, and just about what we would take to camp, for we may have to
work our way to get the fellow to take us."

Ralph was about to throw his fishing-rod into the closet with his
foot-ball and base-ball, when he exclaimed, "Hold on; I will make my
will, and leave that rod in the hall for Joe Chester.  Here, give me a
card!  ’For Joe Chester.’  There, that will please the little chap, and
let him know I remember him. Now I must write to Bernard.  Where’s my
portfolio? Oh, here.  Well, now, what to say to him?  That’s a puzzler.
Shall I say anything about you, Ben?"

"I suppose you’ll have to; but I am not anxious to be remembered to
him," was the laughing reply, as Ralph dipped his pen in the ink and
wrinkled his brow, trying to think of the proper thing to say. "Tell him
I’m just as bad as you are, and we thought we had both better get out
from such a high-toned crowd."

"Well, it is a good crowd, Ben--a splendid set of boys, take them all
together.  You know it is.  No; I am going to do the right thing, and
confess without any nonsense.  He won’t think me any meaner than I think
myself.  I’ll just say that you knew about it, and so thought you had
better go too."

After dipping his pen and scowling again, he wrote hastily:--


"MR. BERNARD,--I can’t go with you.  Let Joe Chester go, please.  I did
the mischief, and was afraid to tell.  Ban Carver knew about it, but did
not do it. We are going off together.  Please send our fathers word that
we are safe.--Respectfully yours,

"RALPH DRAYTON.

"_P.S._--I was never sorrier in my life, Mr. Bernard."


"There, Ben, how does that sound?" he asked, throwing the letter across
the table to his companion.

[Illustration: "There, Ben, how does that sound?" he asked.]

Ben laughed as he read it, and said, "Nothing could be better.  I
couldn’t have done it so well myself."

"Seal it then, please.  I don’t want to read it over."

"Now, shall we start, or go to bed for an hour or two?" asked Ben, as
the arrangements were all completed.

"I am afraid we would oversleep, and not get away till daylight, if we
lie down.  Let’s sit up and talk till after midnight.  We want to start
before the first streak of light."

"All right."

They chatted a while, and then grew sleepy.  So after finding himself
nodding a number of times, Ralph said, "Let’s just take a short nap,
Ben."

"So I say."

Folding their arms on the table for a pillow, the boys dropped their
heads upon them, and were speedily sleeping soundly.  They might have
slept till the rising-bell rang, only Ralph was awakened by a fearful
dream, in which he thought Mr. Bernard had seized him, and was trying to
hold him under the water as a punishment for lying, to wash off the sin
of it, Ralph thought.  He started up so violently that he nearly fell
over backward.

"What! what’s the matter?" cried Ben in alarm.

"Nothing but a dream," said Ralph laughing. "But it is lucky I had it,
for it is getting toward morning, and we may as well be stealing out.
We had better take our boots in our hands and just crawl, those
confounded stairs squeak so!"

Taking their valises, the boys, with a parting glance around the room to
see if they had left anything, opened the door softly, and crept
downstairs cautiously, waiting long after each step; for, as Ralph had
said, they did creak unmercifully, as if in a league to betray them.

They knew the boys, their schoolmates, were too soundly sleeping to be
disturbed, and if Mr. Andrews, whose room was at the farther end of the
hall, did not hear them, they were safe.

They were down at last; and, unlocking the outer door, they stepped
outside, and closed it carefully behind them.

"Good!" whispered Ben.  "Now put on your boots, and away you go."

The moon was down long ago, and only the stars gave light to the
runaways as they hastened through the Academy garden and over the fence
into the field leading to the shore, feeling that every bush by the way
might have some one behind to arrest them.

Everything on the Cape was quiet.

There were several vessels at the wharf, but if manned at all, it was by
a sleeping crew.  They crept under the outside stairs leading to the
second story of a sail-loft, and waited impatiently and uncomfortably
for daylight.

"It seems like a graveyard or a funeral.  I hate things so still,"
whispered Ben, as if whispering were necessary in such stillness.

"It is an hour yet before daylight," said Ralph, looking at his watch.

"We may as well have a nap."

"If we can get one.  Oh, how cold it is down here!"

The boys crept closer together for warmth, and with their heads on their
knees tried to sleep; and after much turning and twisting, and grumbling
at the hard seat, and shivering in the cold night air as it blew across
the water, they at last fell asleep.




                            *CHAPTER XIII.*

                         *ON BOARD THE "UNA."*


It was broad daylight when the boys waked again, cold and cramped from
their uncomfortable position, and they found the men beginning to stir
about on the vessels at the wharf, washing the decks and overhauling
rigging.

It was some time before Ralph and Ben could find courage to venture
forth from their hiding-place.

"But it is no use to wait.  We must go.  Unless we can get away before
the steamboat comes, we will have to skulk off and try another plan.
Come on; I’ll ask."

Dire necessity gave Ralph courage; and motioning Ben to follow, he went
on the wharf and hailed the first man he saw: "Are you the captain of
that ship?"

"It ain’t a ship, sonny, and I ain’t the cap’n by a long chalk.  Why?"

"I wanted to know when you expect to sail."

"Sail! we are just in; cargo all in the hold," said the sailor
good-naturedly, relighting his pipe, and looking curiously at the two
boys.  "What d’ye want to know for?  Don’t want to ship, do you?"

"Not exactly; we want to go as passengers on a sea-voyage."

"Where do you want to go?"

"Oh, nowhere in particular."

"I never sailed to that port," said the sailor, laughing as well as he
could and still hold on to his pipe with his teeth.

"Is there any vessel going to sail from here to-day?" asked Ben.

"Well, now, there isn’t a very big fleet here.  If any of ’em was going
to start soon, you’d be likely to see some stirring about.  There’s a
little smack over the other side, just goin’ out; but that ain’t your
style, I reckon."

The boys looked in the direction indicated by the sailor’s tar-stained
thumb, and saw the sails going up.

"Let’s go over there, Ben," said Ralph, pulling his companion’s arm.

They were soon at the vessel’s side, and as the crew only numbered two,
and only one of these was a full-grown man, it was not difficult to know
who was the captain.

Ralph, cap in hand, asked politely, "Captain, can you take two
passengers?"

"Two what?" roared the captain as he gave a final pull, and fastened the
sheets around a belaying-pin.

"Passengers," answered Ralph meekly, feeling very much like retreating
before the roar.

"Do you take this for a Cunarder?"

Ralph and Ben laughed, and said, "No; we see it is nothing but a
fishing-smack."

"Nothing but--humph, you little land-lubbers, don’t you know this craft
will beat anything else afloat?"

"Will it?" asked Ralph, eying the craft narrowly. "It looks as if it
might.  Will you take us?"

"Humph! you want to go fishing, do you?  Your clothes look like that
business.  Got any overalls anywhere about you?"

"No, but we have thick old things in our valises."

"If you’ll take us, captain, we will pay you just what you ask.  We’ll
give you ten pounds," said Ben recklessly, with his hand in his pocket
grasping the little red pocket-book that contained just that sum, sent
by his father to defray his part of the camp expenses.

The captain whistled, and said, "Money’s plenty! I ain’t quite such a
highway robber as to take ten pounds.  What do you want to go for?"

"Oh, for fun, and for our health!  The doctors have ordered a sea-voyage
for us, we’ve been studying so hard."

"There now, Ben!  What did you say last night about lying?" interrupted
Ralph.

"No, captain, we want to go on a voyage, and we’ve got the money to pay
for the trip.  Won’t you take us?"

"Well, now, I don’t know about that.  You are running away from home,
you two chaps; I know you be."

"No, honest!" said Ben.  "We are hundreds of miles away from home now,
and our fathers don’t expect us back for over a month yet.  It’s
vacation now, and we want to go somewhere: that’s what father sent me
the money for."

"I don’t know whether you are tellin’ the truth or lyin’, boys."

"That’s the truth," said Ben, "every word of it."

"You ain’t used to quarters like mine.  Look down in that cabin!"

The boys looked down, and felt that he was right; but Ralph answered
bravely,--

"Oh, pooh, we don’t mind! we can stand anything you can."

"You can now--eh?  Ha, ha, ha!---Marcus, they can stand anything I
can--ha, ha, ha!"

It was very aggravating to hear the two men laughing at their expense,
but the boys joined in the laugh, and insisted that they could.

"How about fare?  Like pretty good food, I reckon; don’t you now?"

"Oh, we don’t care what it is, if we only get enough. We expect to rough
it."

"Oh, you do!  Well, now, you ain’t never sea-sick nor nothin’; are you?"

"Oh, sea-sick!  No; I’ve been on the lake many a time when it was rough
enough," said Ben loftily.

"Oh, the lake! yes, I see.--Then of course they won’t be sea-sick in a
chop sea here, Marcus; will they?"

Marcus only answered with a provoking chuckle.

"I declare I’ve a good mind to take you, just to take the conceit out of
you."

"We don’t care what you do it for, if you only say we can go," said Ben
laughing.

"Have you got pork and potatoes aboard, enough to keep two more,
Marcus?"

"Ye-es," drawled Marcus; "they won’t draw very heavy on the food."

"No; that’s so, poor wretches!--I tell you, boys, it won’t be fun going
in a fishing-smack.  Rough seas like enough, and rough quarters, and
rough fare."

"We know that--we expect that; we’ll promise not to grumble," said
Ralph.

"And we’ll pay you well, captain," added Ben.

"Well, now, wait till we see how much trouble you make before you talk
about the pay.  I don’t believe I ought to take you; but I’d like to
have you get enough of it for once."

"Then we may come!  Wait till we get our luggage."

"Luggage!" cried the captain in alarm; "how much have you got?"

"Oh, only two valises;" and away darted the boys toward the sail-loft,
and a minute later leaped on to the dingy little vessel; and with some
misgivings, but a feeling of relief, they sat down forward of the cabin,
and watched the men push off.

"My native land, farewell,--farewell," hummed Ben as they moved away
from the wharf.

"Oh, hush, Ben!" said Ralph dolefully.

The men were too busy, as they tacked about to get before the wind, to
notice their passengers, and they talked together about the boys and the
commotion there would be when their absence was discovered.

The _Una_ was bound outside for mackerel, and her deck was covered with
empty barrels for their reception.

She was, as the captain had boasted, a swift sailer, and once before the
wind she fairly flew through the waves, throwing the spray over her deck
in a shower; and, excited by the novelty of their situation, Ralph and
Ben quite enjoyed the sail.

They had followed the captain’s advice, and changed their clothes,
putting on the heaviest and warmest garments they owned.

Marcus, they found, was man-of-all-work on board, and Captain Dare was a
host in himself--more at home on the sea than on the land, and needing
little help during the summer months in the management of the little
craft, of which he was sole owner.

The breakfast consisted of fried pork, fried potatoes, and biscuits; and
it tasted good to the boys with their keen appetites.

After a while Ralph and Ben both began to feel like keeping quiet; and
the captain, who was watching them as he smoked and tended the sails,
saw that Ralph was growing pale.

"There it comes!" he thought.  "Now won’t they wish themselves high and
dry on the shore?--How do you like it, boys?"

"Splendid!" cried Ben, who was wiping the spray from his face.

Ralph said nothing, but smiled a ghastly smile.

"What’s your names, boys?  I haven’t heard yet."

"I’m Ben Carver; my folks live in--Why, what’s the matter, Ralph? you
look like a ghost!"

"He feels like one too, I’ll be bound!" exclaimed Marcus, who was
scraping the breakfast refuse over the side of the vessel.

"Are you sick, Ralph?" asked Ben, putting his hand on him.

"A little, but it will soon be gone," said Ralph, trying to brace
himself against the terrible feeling that had seized upon him.

"P’raps it will, and p’raps it won’t," said Marcus with a laugh.

"Get rid o’ them potatoes and things, and then you’ll feel better," said
the captain kindly.--"Marcus, mix him some hot ginger."

Ben was feeling very well still, or he forgot himself in waiting upon
his friend, making him as comfortable as possible in the bow of the
boat, where the breeze would blow over him, and where he was out of the
way.

It was so cool that Ben brought their blankets and tucked them around
Ralph, who was shivering.

"Cheer up, comrade! we are miles away from Saint Bernard and his
cherubs; and after you get over this bad turn we’ll have a jolly time,
and no thanks to them!"

Ralph nodded, and rewarded him with a dismal smile.

Ben had hardly got his friend snugly tucked away in the blankets, when
he glanced back shoreward and saw the steamboat making straight toward
them apparently.

"Ralph Drayton, there’s the steamboat covered with our boys!  Let’s get
out of this as quick as we can. They’ll see us!"

Ralph forgot his misery, and throwing off his blankets, he looked
quickly in the direction indicated by Ben.

Sure enough!  The boat was coming with its crowd of merry boys, and the
band playing gaily.

Without a word the two boys crept along the side of the cabin away from
the steamboat, and disappeared in the depths below.

The captain saw them, and being keen at noting signs, he guessed at once
that his passengers were runaways from the party on the boat.  "But it
beats me what they wanted to run away from a good time for! I ain’t got
to the core of that apple yet," he soliloquized with a puzzled look.

Ralph and Ben remained in close confinement until long after the boat
had passed the smack, not daring to look out themselves, nor to ask
either of the men on deck, fearing that they in turn might ask questions
that would be disagreeable to answer.  At length Ralph gasped, "O Ben,
just look out; I can’t stay in this horrid place any longer!"

Ben went up the steps and peeped around the end of the cabin.

"Good! they are away off where they can’t see us. Come on; I’ll help you
up."

"I’d like to know what you two fellows ran down below for just then?"
said the captain.

The boys pretended not to hear the remark; and just then Marcus shouted,
"There’s a school!"

The boys turned in alarm, thinking only of their own affairs and the
only school that interested them; but the captain, turning the vessel’s
bow, quickly answered, "Good!  Bring the lines and bait."

The lines were soon ready, the bait thrown overboard, and the vessel
brought-to before the wind.

As they drew near the "school," and could see the countless multitudes
fairly leaping, Ben forgot his disgust over the ill-smelling bait, and
eagerly watched the fishermen as they dexterously tended the lines and
landed their flapping prey on the deck.

Ralph was too sick to give any more than a passing glance at the work;
but Ben cried, "That’s the fun!--Give me some hooks, Marcus, and let me
help."

"Help yourself! there’s plenty there.  One will be all you can manage
though," said Marcus, snapping a fish from one of the hooks with a jerk.

"Come on, Ralph! perhaps you’ll feel better to stir about.  Shan’t I get
you a line?  I tell you it looks lively out here!  The water is all
alive with fish, just jumping and turning somersaults--regular
acrobats!"

A groan from under the blankets was the only reply, and Ben proceeded to
use his hook and line as he saw the others do.

It was rare sport, and in his excitement he forgot that he had felt at
all sea-sick.

As soon, however, as the "school" had passed, and the last fish had been
pulled in, Ben felt some of the disgust returning.  There lay the
slippery fish scattered over the deck, flapping still, and refusing to
die. Beautiful fish they were, banded and mottled with green and blue
and purple; but Ben turned away from them with a shudder, which was
changed into a groan as the two men began to dress them for packing.

"Want to help, boys?" asked the captain, with a wink at Marcus.

"Not much, captain."

"Ralph, this is going to be horrid," he whispered, as he threw himself
down by his friend, and put his head under the blanket with him.

"Going to be?  Isn’t it already?  I hope it won’t get any worse,"
groaned Ralph.  "How long do you suppose the voyage will last?"

"Oh, I don’t know; how long do you?"

"And where are we going?"

"Sure enough, we didn’t ask."

"Well, wherever it is, we are in for it now, and have got to make the
best of it."

A prolonged groan was the only answer.




                             *CHAPTER XIV.*

                            *TRIBULATIONS.*


The two men worked steadily and cheerily over the fish, sorting and
dressing and packing them in salt, only leaving off long enough to eat
some bread and cheese with dry salt codfish.

"Come, boys, dinner’s ready.  Step up and help yourselves," said the
captain, with his mouth full of bread and cheese, which he had made into
a sandwich for convenience and speed.

"We don’t feel hungry," answered Ben, looking out from the blanket long
enough to see that the captain was complacently munching his food as he
sat astride of the board on which he had been dressing the fish.

"Don’t feel hungry!  That’s queer.  _I_ do, now. This salt air ought to
make you eat like a shark," exclaimed the captain, as he set his teeth
through an enormous piece of dried cod.  "I’m hungry enough to eat those
mackerel raw, if there was nothing else handy."

"Oh, don’t!" groaned Ralph, crawling further under the blanket, and
feeling his stomach rise up and roll over uneasily.

All the afternoon the fishermen worked over their "catch," and the boys
did not venture out from their retreat until a great splashing of water
told them that Marcus was washing the deck.  Then they began to look
around and breathe in the sea air, that seemed to bring a revival of
spirits to the boys.

Before supper-time another school of mackerel came by, and the lines
were again thrown out, and lively work recommenced.

The two boys watched the sport as the men tended their lines so
dexterously, going from one to another, and keeping a fish in the air
continually, as Ben said.

[Illustration: The two boys watched the sport.]

This was exciting enough to make even Ralph forget his sea-sickness for
the time; but when the "school" had passed, the work of dressing
mackerel began again, and this was not at all soothing to disturbed
stomachs.

"Let’s go to bed, and get out of this, Ben," exclaimed Ralph in disgust.

"All right."

They tiptoed by the pile of fish that were still flapping feebly, and
looked down into the cabin.  It was not an inviting place, and Ralph
hesitated.

"Going to turn in, boys?" asked the captain, thrusting his knife into a
fish before he looked up.

"Yes, we thought of it."

"Without any supper?  That will never do.  Help yourselves in there.
The biscuit-barrel’s in the corner, and the codfish hangs right over it.
Eat a good meal, and you’ll feel better.  There ain’t nothin’ equal to
dry codfish for turning sea-sickness."

"Thanks; but we don’t feel hungry," said Ben.

"That’s queer.  It beats me how anybody can be out to sea and not feel
hungry!  Well, a night’s rest will make you better, like as not.  You’ll
sleep like a couple of tops; that is, if you’ve got good clean
consciences afore God."

The boys made no reply.

"I hope you have.  It’s bad work being out to sea, or anywhere else, for
that matter, with anything lying heavy on your conscience.  Now, I don’t
pretend to be any guide for any one.  I’m bad enough myself; but I
always says every night, ’Just look me over, Lord, and if there is any
bad in me’--and of course I know there is plenty of it--’forgive it, and
help me to start better to-morrow.’  It’s mighty comfortin’ for me to
know that He sees that I _mean_ fairer than I _do_."

After these remarks the captain finished dressing the fish he held on
the board, and the boys disappeared down the short flight of steps
leading into the cabin.

It was a close place there, and filled with odours of fish; in fact the
whole vessel seemed to be stuccoed with fish-scales.

"Are we first or second cabin passengers, Ralph?" asked Ben laughingly,
"or are we steerage?"

"Steerage, sure enough!"

"Well, it isn’t the worst place that ever was.  I’d rather be here than
outside there in the sea, with a shark after me," continued Ben, who was
far more inclined than Ralph to be jolly under difficulties.

"Bad as it is, I’d rather be here than on the island camping out, with
Joe Chester left behind," said Ralph.

"Yes, of course you would.  If I had my fiddle here I’d cheer you up;
that is, if I didn’t feel kind of gone about my own stomach."  And Ben
sat down suddenly on the captain’s green chest in the corner, looking
very pale.

It was Ralph’s turn now to wait upon _him_, and putting his head out of
the door he shouted, "Captain, where shall we sleep?"

"Oh, anywhere you’ve a mind to.  Take the bunks if you want to.  Marcus
and I’ll look out for ourselves."

Ralph looked sharply at the rough bed, and said, "It isn’t a royal
couch, but tumble in, Ben."  Ben was too sick to care where he went, and
letting Ralph pull off his boots and coat, he literally tumbled in, as
requested.

Whether it was a lack of good consciences that the old captain had
spoken of, or the strangeness of their situation, or the awful
sea-sickness, the boys could not sleep.  They lay and tossed in their
close berths, listening to the "thud" and "swish" of the waves against
the sides of the little vessel, and the creak of the yards, as the
canvas swung around in the wind.

It was a bright moonlight night, and the fishing was good, so the noise
on deck continued nearly all night, making it still more impossible for
the boys to sleep, until, their labours being over, Marcus came below
for a nap.  Rolling himself in a blanket, he dropped down in the corner
of the cabin, and in less than five minutes he was snoring loud enough
to drown the creak of the sails.

Ralph and Ben slept at last, and were only aroused in the morning by the
captain’s voice as he hailed another fishing-vessel.  Marcus was
preparing breakfast, and the odour of the coffee came into the cabin to
tempt the boys.

"That smells good," cried Ben, throwing off his blanket.  "Let’s get out
of this pen, Ralph, as quick as ever we can.  I believe I’m hungry."

"Good!" said the captain, looking down into the little cabin, having
overheard the exclamation.  "How fare ye this morning?"

The boys answered as cheerily as they could, and hastening up on deck,
they washed their faces and hands in sea water, and were ready for
breakfast.

The deck was scrubbed clean, and the sea air was pure and sweet.  Even
Ralph felt hungry, and the fried mackerel, with biscuits and coffee,
tasted very good.  The fishing was dull that day; no schools of mackerel
were to be seen, and the men busied themselves with trolling for cod and
hake, or anything that would bite; and before night a long row of fish
was spread out on the top of the cabin to dry, much to the boys’
disgust.  The second night was passed much like the first, in trying to
become accustomed to their close quarters; and the third was much like
the second. The only excitement was in running down schools of fish; but
as this was always followed by the disagreeable work of dressing them,
the dainty passengers were earnestly hoping they might not see any more.

"How long before you go ashore, captain?" asked Ben, as he walked the
deck uneasily.

"Oh, when I get my load."

"But what do you call a load?"

"Now, that’s a question I never could answer.  I never saw the time I
couldn’t get on one more haul of fish.  A smack is like an omnibus--it
always has room for one more," said the captain laughing.

"You are pretty full now."

"Bless you, no!  This isn’t a trifle to what we ought to do.  Mighty
poor fishing this trip.  Reckon I’ve got a Jonah aboard."

"A couple of them, perhaps," answered Ben, with a wink at Ralph.

"The fog is coming on," continued the captain, looking off seaward.  "We
shan’t be able to see our hands afore our faces to-night, like as not."

"What do you do in a fog?" asked Ralph eagerly.

"Do? why, we make the best of it, boy.  What do you suppose?"

"I thought, perhaps, you went ashore, or anchored somewhere," said Ralph
hesitatingly.

"Oh, you did?  The fog lasts two or three weeks sometimes.  No; we go
ahead, and catch every fish we can."

"Aren’t you afraid some other vessel will run you down?"

"It would be about as bad for her as it would for us," answered the
captain, puffing the smoke from his pipe contentedly.  "I’d rather have
it pleasant; but we don’t have the ordering of the weather, and I’ve
fallen into the way of making the best of things--weather and everything
else.  If it’s good weather, I’m glad; if it isn’t, I don’t fret.  If
the fish bite, I’m glad; if they don’t, I just stay out the longer; and
sooner or later I get a good load.  It don’t do no good to be frettin’
and fussin’."

The captain’s words did not cheer the boys.  They felt far from
contented at the prospect of a fog at sea; and when it came rolling in
and closing down around them, hiding not only the strip of shore in the
distance, but also the island and the other vessels that were near them,
they wished themselves on shore more earnestly than ever.

"We didn’t bargain for this," said Ben, making a wry face at his
companion.

"No, nor for anything else we have had.  I’d rather be in the Rocky
Mountains," grumbled Ralph.

"So had I, or on the top of the North Pole, provided it is planted in
solid ground instead of water," was Ben’s laughing reply.

"I’m in earnest.  I hate the sea.  I’m afraid of it just as soon as it
begins to be rough.  I don’t see what possessed us to come to sea,"
continued Ralph, peering uneasily through the fog.

"We couldn’t help it, if I recollect right," said Ben. "There wasn’t any
place to run to on land, so we took to the water like musk-rats.  But we
are all right.  Captain Dare knows everything about vessels and fogs.  I
am not going to worry myself about it at any rate, unless a big storm
comes; then I suppose I would be scared enough."




                             *CHAPTER XV.*

                          *THE LITTLE CABIN.*


The captain indulged in an afternoon nap, to be in readiness for a
watchful night; and the fog grew thicker and heavier as the evening came
on.

The great lantern was lighted early, and the wall of fog reflected the
light back in a weird, ghostly way upon the boys, who sat in the bow,
dreading to go down into the little cabin.

"I feel as if we were shut up in a tomb of fog," said Ralph dismally.

"Well, if ’misery likes company,’ it may make you happier to know the
other boys are in the fog too, over on the island," returned Ben.

"Yes, but they have solid ground under their feet, and are not likely to
be run down as we are; besides, they’ll have a jolly time in spite of
the fog.  I know I could if I were on shore and not sea-sick, and that
fog-horn of Marcus’s didn’t sound so dismal.  I wonder how many blasts
he blows in a minute?"

"Let’s go to bed; morning will come quicker," exclaimed Ben in
desperation.

"If we could only sleep."

"Well, we did pretty well last night."

"Pretty well; but the cabin is so fishy and musty, and my stomach rolls
over so many times in a minute, I can’t sleep," complained Ralph.

"’Hark, from the tombs, a doleful sound,’" said Ben, and then laughed in
spite of his discomfort. "We sit here and croak like a couple of ravens,
and Marcus toots that everlasting horn; let’s go below and try that," he
continued.

Ralph arose and staggered to the cabin steps, said good-night to the
captain and Marcus, and, followed by Ben, crept into his berth.  Ben
tried to sing one of the school glees to cheer himself and friend, and
forget his sea-sickness.

"Oh, hush, Ben!  That makes me as homesick as a cat.  I tell you that
little room of ours at school was an awful cosy place, after all.  Just
think of that bed.  We used to call that hard."

"Yes, and that grate where we had a fire on cold nights."

"We used to rail at it and call it stuffy, but if we were only there now
I’d feel like dancing."

Ben struck up another tune, and hummed it through, chorus and all, to
try to keep from utter wretchedness.

Ralph was quiet till he finished; then he said,--

"Ben, Mr. Bernard is a good man.  He had the right of it about that
lying business.  I hate myself for it."

"So you said before," answered Ben, beginning another air.

"I know it," interrupted Ralph, "I mean it more and more.  I mean never
to deceive any one again."

"Quoth the raven, ’Nevermore;’ anyway never till you get into trouble
again," said Ben.

"I don’t care how great the trouble may be, I’ll confess and be true.
Do you know I tried saying last night what the captain told us he said.
Somehow I never liked before to think the Lord was looking at me, but
now I am glad he is, for he can see I really mean to do better."

"It’s queer you feel that way.  I don’t see any use worrying over a
little lie.  I’ve told dozens of them, and I never felt bad about it.  I
feel uncomfortable enough now, but I reckon it’s my stomach and not my
mind.  I say, let’s go to sleep."

This was easier to say than do, and both boys tossed and rolled in
misery with sea-sickness, home-sickness, and fear, until from sheer
exhaustion they fell asleep.

The morning dawned foggy, and foggy the day ended.  The next day was
like this; and the boys were too sick and worried to taste a mouthful of
food.  The fog did not prevent the fishing, and the two men kept busy
with their lines, or their work of dressing the fish, and had little
time to devote to the boys, even if they had known what to do for them.

"I wish the two little land-lubbers were safe ashore," was the fervent
remark uttered over and over again by the captain, as he and Marcus
worked together.

"A storm is coming, and this fog will get blown higher than a kite," the
boys heard the captain say.

"Yes, it feels like bad weather," was Marcus’s answer, as he gave a wise
glance around their foggy prison and blew a long blast on the big horn.

"Hear that, Ben?" asked Ralph.

"What?  The horn?  Yes, I hear it."

"No!  Didn’t you hear what Captain Dare said? We’ve got to have a storm
after all.  In this little vessel, too.  It will go down, sure as the
world," and Ralph grew paler than ever.  Ben felt very much as his
friend did, but said less.

"I hear another horn, captain."

"Yes!" said the captain, listening.

Marcus blew again long and loud; and again was answered from out in the
fog.  After a while the two vessels came within hailing distance, and
Ralph, seized with a sudden longing, rushed up to the captain, and said
eagerly,--

"O captain, it’s a larger vessel than this!  Don’t you suppose they
would take us aboard?  If there is going to be a storm, I would rather
be in a large vessel; this is such a little egg-shell."

"Egg-shell! not a bit of it.  But I’d like nothing better than to get
rid of you.  I don’t want passengers to look out for in a gale.  My
little smack has rode out many a storm, but I’d rather be alone with my
one man."

"Oh, ask them! beg them!" urged Ralph, more and more excited.

"Tell them we’ve got money to pay with," added Ben a little more
quietly.

The captain laughed, but gratified them by hailing the brig.  "Here are
two boys, sea-sick and scared; storm coming; no accommodation.  Can you
take them off my hands?"

"We are bound out," came the answer from the vessel, whose outlines were
only dimly seen through the fog.

"Never mind where they are bound, tell him," said Ralph, pulling the
captain’s arm; "we don’t care."

"We’ve no room for passengers," added the invisible speaker on the brig.

"Nor I neither," grumbled the captain of the smack.  "I ought to have
knowed better than to take ’em;" then aloud he added, "They’ll die of
fright on my hands if there comes a tough gale."

"Who are they?" asked the voice in the fog.

"Two young scamps that belong to a school that’s gone on Whaleback to
camp.  Leastways that’s what I guess.--Isn’t it so, boys?"

"Yes."

The vessels were soon far apart, and the boys, disappointed in their
hopes, sat down by the captain to watch him splice a rope.

"How did you know we belonged to that school? and how did you know where
they were going to camp?" they asked.

"I guessed at one and heard the other.  They told me on the wharf that
Bernard’s school was going to camp on Whaleback; and when that boat came
by, and you two ran for the cabin so sudden like and kept so still, I
put two and two together and made four easy enough without a slate or
pencil."

"That’s because you are an old tar," said Ben.

"But I haven’t figgered out yet what you wanted to run away from that
crowd for!  It seems to me if I was a fellow of your age I’d rather go
to camp than go aboard a fishing-smack and be sea-sick and scared to
death."

Neither of the boys cared to answer.

"You had some reason, I suppose.  I’d really like to know it.  Tell me
truly now--were you lying when you said your folks were willing you
should come?"

"We didn’t say just that.  We said they didn’t expect us home for a
month, and they don’t," said Ralph; then, regardless of Ben’s frown of
disapproval, he added, "I’ll tell you how we happened to leave them.  I
did a mean thing--a shabby joke that didn’t turn out the way I
meant--and then when Mr. Bernard told the boy who did it to stand, I
didn’t dare to."

"Of course you didn’t!" said Ben apologetically.

"No ’of course’ about it!" said the captain abruptly.  "An honest boy
never gets out of a scrape in a mean way."

"Well, I know it now, but I didn’t dare to stand up.  And then he pulled
the line tighter by telling any one who knew the boy who did the
mischief to stand; and Joe Chester was the only fellow that confessed to
knowing.  He gave us several chances on that, and tried to shame us out
of lying; and at last, as long as Joe Chester wouldn’t tell, Mr. Bernard
said unless the other fellow confessed, Joe would have to lose his
camping-out time with the crowd."

"Did you own it?" asked the captain.

"Not then.  I felt meaner than dirt; but I was afraid I’d be expelled.
It went on that way till the night before the school left for the
island; then I couldn’t stand it to have Joe left behind, and I up and
wrote a note and left it for Mr. Bernard, confessing all."

"And what did you have to do with it, Ben?" asked Captain Dare,
wondering why Ralph had not mentioned him.

"I?  Oh, I knew about it, but I wasn’t going to tell on Ralph."

"Then you got behind me to keep out of their way," said Captain Dare.
"Well, what is going to be the end of it all?"

Ralph shook his head.

"None of us know, and that’s a fact, boys!  But it ought to be a lesson
to you to keep truth on your side.  Lies never pay."

"So I believe," said Ralph in sober earnest.

"I begin to think so too," said Ben.  "Anyhow, these didn’t."

"Now’s the time to take a fresh start, then; and I hope we’ll all of us
live so we can be glad to have the Lord see all we do and hear all we
say,--yes, and know all we think, too.  That’s the tough part--the heart
is such a queer thing.  Sometimes it looks all fair and smooth, and we
feel pretty well satisfied with ourselves; but just dig down a little
way and we’ll find a lot of rubbish there we are ashamed of.  The only
way is to keep it open for the Lord to look through all the time."

Then, after a silence, during which the boys looked gloomily out into
the fog that seemed to be growing blacker and heavier like a pall, he
added cheerfully, "Well, good-night, boys; keep up good courage.  The
_Una_ is a tough little boat, and has rode out many a stiff gale."

"She’s such a little thing to fight against big waves and strong wind,"
said Ben.

"Yes; when I’m down in that cabin I feel as if there was no more than a
paper wall between us and the other world," added Ralph.

"Less than that, boy, less than that.  There’s only a breath ’twixt us
and the other world any time, on sea or on land.  What’s the difference,
as long as God’s hand holds on to us?  I feel just as safe as my little
grand-baby does in his crib," said the captain.

"I don’t," said Ben in a low tone; "I’d give all I own, and all my
father owns too, if I was near enough the shore to jump on it.  I’d be
willing to make a long leap too."

"Good-night," again said the captain, as if to dismiss them.

"Good-night," replied the boys; but they were restless and anxious, and
could not bear to go down into the close cabin, which seemed more like a
prison than ever.

The storm had not commenced, and the only sign of it that the boys could
see was the blackness of the fog and the peculiar feeling of the air,
which seemed heated and heavy.

They sat down again behind the cabin, where the captain could not see
them, and spoke in whispers.

"Let’s stay on deck all night," said Ben.  "If she capsizes we would
stand a better chance here."

"I don’t suppose we’d have the least chance in either place," was the
doleful reply.

"That vessel might have taken us off," grumbled Ben.

Ralph was feeling too badly to talk, and he stared at the fog in a
despairing way.  They sat there until the wind began to blow, and the
spray from the big waves to dash over them; then, as a last resort, they
retreated to the cabin.

"Good-night, captain," said Ralph dolefully as he passed.

"What! you two fellows on deck yet!  I thought I sent you below a couple
of hours ago.  Down with you!  You’ll be washed overboard if you stay up
here."




                             *CHAPTER XVI.*

                          *A WRETCHED NIGHT.*


The boys went reluctantly into their berths, but not to sleep.

Sick and frightened, they could only listen anxiously to the beating of
the waves against the vessel, and the hurried movements of the two men
on deck, as, tossed by the winds and the sea, the _Una_ rolled heavily
to and fro.

The moments seemed hours, and the hours seemed ages.

Never in their lives had they been so terrified. Several times the water
rushed down into the cabin, as the waves broke over the deck; and
Captain Dare looked down upon them, long enough to ask if they were
drowned out.

"Hear the thunder!" exclaimed Ralph, as the heavy roll and crash sounded
overhead, and the cabin was lighted almost continually with flashes of
lurid light.

Ben made no reply, but buried his head under the blanket.

"It’s queer I don’t feel so scared as I did," said Ralph soberly.  "I
feel something as Captain Dare does--that after all we are in God’s
hand.  Hear that peal!  It seemed to roll right over the deck."

Ben made no answer, but cowered still closer under the blanket.

The rain now descended in perfect sheets upon the deck; and although the
cabin door was closed, the water poured down through the cracks, and
came in around the small windows above the berths, adding to the
discomfort of the boys, who could not escape the drenching there without
stepping into the water with which the cabin floor was covered.

The rain fell as if another flood had commenced; and the wind had no
mercy on the little vessel--breaking her yards and snapping her
topmasts; and unreefing with goblin fingers the topsails, it whipped
them to tatters.

At length the thunder ceased to mutter, and after midnight the rain fell
no more; but the wind continued to blow, and the little vessel to run
before it.

It was sunrise when the captain opened the cabin door and looked down.

"Well, boys, get up and give thanks!  The little vessel has weathered
the toughest kind of a gale.  We are all safe now."

"Is the danger really over?" asked the boys eagerly, as they sprang from
the berth upon the wet floor.

"The worst is over, thank God!  It was a tough storm and a stiff blow,
but the _Una_ rode it out," he said proudly.  "One mast got a bad
wrench, and all the canvas that could get loose got ripped into rags;
but that’s nothin’ to what it might have been, considerin’ how the wind
roared and howled over the sea. Folks blame the sea for these accidents;
but bless you, the sea ain’t to blame!  How can it help rearing up, with
a gale like that throwing it on its pitchfork? I don’t like to see
things abused, and I stick up for the sea; it behaves well enough as
long as the wind lets it."

"Where are we?" asked the boys, as they reached the deck and looked
curiously around.  "There’s no land at all in sight!"

"No; we got blown well out to sea.  It’s lucky we didn’t try to make a
port last night: we’d have been caught among some o’ them islands if we
had, and knocked to pieces on the rocks."

"That’s so," added Marcus, with a wise shake of the head.

"You two fellows did first-rate last night!"

"You are chaffing, captain," said Ralph, looking red.

"No, honestly.  I expected I’d have trouble with you when that storm
came; but I’ll say that for you--you did first-rate!"

"We were too scared to do any other way," confessed Ben with a laugh.

"Scared or not, some folks will make a rumpus just when they ought to
keep stillest.--Now, Marcus, give us a good breakfast, and then we’ll
shake out our canvas and see where our damages are.  We must be working
back, for I don’t propose to let this wind drive us off shore any
further than I can help.--One time last night, along the first of the
blow, we came very near Whaleback, boys; but a miss is as good as a mile
when the danger is over."

"Whaleback!  Oh, I wish we were there now!  No, I don’t either!"
exclaimed Ralph.

"_I_ wish you was there, anyhow," said the captain gruffly.  "That’s
where you belong.  I believe the master there would take you back and
forgive you. You’ve got a good dose of punishment, if ever a couple of
young liars had."

"You don’t know how Mr. Bernard feels about lying. He will never want
the other boys to be with us again,--never!" said Ralph.

"I don’t know about that," and Captain Dare shook his head wisely.  "I
know there isn’t nobody hates a lie worse nor me; but it ain’t for me to
hold back when a fellow is sorry for it, and quits the whole business of
lying."

"And I mean to do that!" interposed Ralph with emphasis; "but Mr.
Bernard doesn’t know it."

"No, and that’s just what I was wishing you on Whaleback for, so you
could tell him."

"He wouldn’t believe us!" exclaimed Ben.  "We couldn’t expect him to,
after we lied to him as we did. No, I don’t want to see him.  A storm at
sea is bad enough; but I believe I’d rather go through another than go
ashore and face him."

"I’d like to have him know how I feel about it," said Ralph.  "I mean to
write him a letter after I get back to father’s.  Of course we never can
be taken back into school."

"Breakfast!" shouted Marcus, flourishing the towel with which he had
been polishing the tin plates.

"I believe the fright last night took away my seasickness," said Ralph,
as he helped himself to the fish Marcus had broiled.  "The fright did
it, or else it died a natural death, for I had it long enough.  I feel
more like myself than I have since I came on board."

"So do I," said Ben, following Ralph’s example.

"When is this voyage going to end, captain?"

"Oh, when I get my load, I told ye before.  It will take some time for
this sea to go down enough to give us another chance at the fish; but
with fair luck I reckon a week more will fill us."

The boys groaned.

"What! don’t you like it?  You seem so fresh after the storm, I
concluded you was makin’ up your mind to follow my profession.  Then you
don’t mean to take to the business as a steady thing?" Captain Dare
asked, with a twinkle in the funny light-gray eyes overshadowed with
bushy brows.

"No," answered the boys laughing.  "Dry land for us."

After breakfast, the two men unreefed the sails, and began to repair
damages.  The small boat that had been stowed on deck during the storm
was again launched and towed behind.

The broken topmasts were useless; but the most serious injury was to the
foremast, which was sprung out of position.

This they braced as well as possible, and setting all available canvas,
they began the process of tacking, to regain their former-position.

As the wind abated, they began to troll for fish; and in spite of the
rough sea, the boys felt well enough to help with the lines.

"If you stay aboard long enough, I’ll make good fishermen of you yet,"
said the captain with a chuckle, as he noticed the colour in their
cheeks and the sparkle in their eyes when they surveyed the mass of fish
they had helped to catch.

"Now, just turn to and help to dress ’em," said Marcus.

The boys respectfully declined to join in this work, and went to sit in
the bow as far as possible away from the board on which the fish were
being prepared for drying.

They had been so busy fishing, the time had passed very quickly, and,
tired and sleepy, they soon went to bed, thankful that the storm was
over and their seasickness gone.

The morning dawned bright and clear, and when they went on deck at
sunrise, Captain Dare pointed to the islands toward which they were once
more sailing.

"Home again! home again, from a foreign shore!" sang Ben; and Ralph was
at ease enough now to join in the song.

"That sounds good," said the captain approvingly. "Give us another.
Sing us a hymn tune."

After a little consulting together the two boys sang the chant, "The
Lord is my Shepherd."  When they ceased, the captain said,--

"Give me that again; twice more, and then I’ll let you off.  I never
heard anything so good as that!"

The boys complied, and wondered, as they sang it, why there seemed so
much more in the chant than they had ever noticed before in singing it
at school.

"I never noticed that chant much," said Ralph: "it means a lot more than
it used to.  I wonder why?"

"Bless your heart, boy! you’ve got more feelin’ in your soul now, and
more thoughts in your head.  I tell you that’s a psalm that has to grow
on you.  It don’t mean nothin’ particular to folks that haven’t had
trouble, but to them that have, it keeps growin’ and growin’, until they
see more and more in it every time they think of it.  I say that psalm
over and over to myself when I’m sittin’ here o’ nights with my hand on
the helm, but I never knew it could be sung.  I used to sing once; I
wonder if I could learn that. I’d give ’most anything to do it."

"Why, of course you can," exclaimed Ralph.  "See here, it is just as
easy;" and he hummed the first line. "Strike right in and sing it with
us."

The two boys sang the chant again and again, until the captain had
mastered it; and during the day he hummed it as he worked, resolving in
his joy over his success that he would go out of his way to do those
lads a favour, but it should be a surprise, and he would not tell Marcus
even of his intention.

It proved a fine day for fishing.  School after school of mackerel came
by, and the boys worked industriously, helping the fishermen to gather
their harvest.  At night, tired and sleepy after their unusual labours,
they went below early, and the captain, with a wink and crook of his
finger at Marcus, beckoned him to his side.

"That’s Whaleback yonder."

"Yes, I know it is; what of it?"

"There’s a good breeze."

"Yes."

"I’m going to make for that island, and anchor off the south end, where
the beach is."

"You are?" asked Marcus, puzzled to know what this could be for.

"In the mornin’ when our two chaps wake up they’ll be so near their
mates it won’t be my fault if that affair doesn’t get settled," and the
captain rubbed his hands and laughed softly.

"Oh, I see!  All right.  Just as you say."

So while Ralph and Ben slept soundly in the cabin of the _Una_, the
little vessel sailed on and on in the moonlight, and before midnight
dropped anchor just off the south end of Whaleback.  The weather-beaten
face of the old captain broadened with mirth as he looked across at the
cluster of tents showing white in the moonlight, and thought of the
commotion he would create in the morning.  As he crept down into the
cabin to indulge in a nap, he laughed aloud over his manoeuvre; but the
two boys were too soundly asleep to be easily disturbed.




                            *CHAPTER XVII.*

                             *A SURPRISE.*


At the earliest dawn of day the captain and Marcus stole quietly from
the cabin, closing the door carefully that the boys might sleep
undisturbed.  "I don’t want to miss a mite of the fun I’ve got planned
out, Marcus. I tell you I feel like a boy myself this morning."

They kept very quiet, fearing that Ralph and Ben might appear too soon
upon the scene.  After a while they saw Jonas emerge from his tent with
a fishing-rod over his shoulder.  Intent on business only, thinking
about the breakfast he was to prepare, he had gone nearly out to the end
of the point of rocks at the side of the beach, before he discovered the
fishing-smack anchored within speaking distance. The captain had already
stepped into his boat, and with a few strokes of the oars he reached the
rocks where Jonas stood rubbing his eyes to make sure he was not
dreaming.

"Well, I never!  Where did you come from all of a sudden?" was Jonas’s
greeting.

"Hush!  Don’t talk loud.  I’ve got a couple of passengers I don’t want
waked up."

"Who are you, anyhow?" asked Jonas, his curiosity getting the better of
any politeness he might have used.

"I am Captain Dare of the _Una_."

"You are the fellow that carried off two of our boys," exclaimed Jonas,
with a sudden increase of interest.

"They took passage with me," said the captain with dignity.  "Is the
head-master over yonder?"

"Mr. Bernard?  Yes, asleep still."

"I want to see him."

"About the boys?"

"Yes."

"All right.  How glad he’ll be!"

"Go call him then, but don’t let any one else know,--that’s a good
fellow."

"I’ll do it; but just tell me one thing.  Have you got those chaps
aboard?"

Captain Dare nodded and laughed.  Without waiting to hear more, Jonas
rushed over the rocks, and made his way to Mr. Bernard’s tent.  The
teacher was a light sleeper, and in camp he was ready at any time for a
summons, so he lifted the flap of the tent at once in answer to Jonas’s
rap, and saw the cook making motions of secrecy.  He beckoned him
inside, and Jonas began, almost breathless after his run--"The _Una_ is
anchored off here, and the captain wants to see you before the others
get astir."

Mr. Bernard uttered an exclamation of surprise and delight, and without
waiting to ask any more questions, hastily donned his clothes and
hurried after the messenger, leaving little Max asleep in the tent.
Jonas led the way to the point of rocks, and there in the boat sat the
captain.

"Captain Dare!" exclaimed Mr. Bernard.

"Yes, sir, that’s my name."

"I am Mr. Bernard."

The two men shook hands most cordially.

"He’s all right!  I’ll risk _him_!" was the mental exclamation as the
captain’s twinkling eyes surveyed the teacher from head to foot.  "I’ve
got two of your boys in my cabin yonder, Mr. Bernard."

"Alive and well?" asked the teacher eagerly.

"Yes, alive and well.  Better boys, too, than when you saw them last,
Mr. Bernard."

"God be praised!  This gives me joy," was the fervent response.

"And, Mr. Bernard, they’ve had pretty heavy punishment.  I really hope
you’ll call it enough and forgive ’em.  They are ashamed and sorry, I
know.  I’ll answer for that."

The teacher’s eyes were moist, and he took off his glasses to wipe them
as he said, "May I go on board with you?"

"That’s just what I want.  I told those chaps you’d forgive ’em; but
they said I didn’t know you, and you’d never trust ’em again.  You may,
though.  I’ll answer for ’em you may--both on ’em.  You’ll never catch
either of ’em in a lie again."

"Are the boys expecting me?"

"Bless you, sir, no; they don’t know no more about it than your boys up
yonder asleep in their tents. No, it’s all a surprise;" and the old
captain chuckled with delight.

"Say nothing about this, Jonas, and keep quiet, so the boys will sleep
till we get our arrangements made."

"All right, sir; I’ve got my fish to catch yet," answered Jonas, baiting
his hook.

"Never mind those fish--that’s slow work.  I’ll send my man ashore with
mackerel and cod enough to last you a while."

The teacher seated himself in the boat, and Captain Dare pulled quickly
back to the vessel.

"Marcus, pick out some of the No. 1 mackerel and the best cod and hake,
and pull over where that fellow is waiting," said the captain, as he
stepped on the deck of the _Una_; then turning to his guest, he said
gleefully, "Those boys are still asleep, I reckon, but there they are
safe and well down in my cabin," and he opened the door a little to look
in.  "Yes, sound asleep, the young rascals; won’t they be surprised!  I
said I’d go out of my way to do ’em a favour to pay ’em for learnin’ me
that hymn tune, but they hadn’t no idea what I meant to do."

The door moved by sliding, and when the captain pushed it open Ralph
opened his eyes.

Was he dreaming, or was that Mr. Bernard’s face looking down upon him,
full of kindness and forgiveness?

No, it was no dream.  Mr. Bernard was coming down the steps, and Ralph
sprang from the berth to meet him, knowing before a word had been spoken
that he was forgiven.

Just then Ben opened his eyes, and sleepily looked around.

What was that?  Mr. Bernard with his arm around Ralph’s shoulder.

Surely he was still asleep, and still in dreamland.

"O Ben, he forgives us--he has come for us," cried Ralph with quivering
lips.  "Isn’t it too good to believe?"

Mr. Bernard held out his other hand to Ben, and drew him to his side.

"Where are we, Mr. Bernard, that we found _you_?" asked Ralph with a
puzzled look.

"Ask your good captain.  He has gone out of his course, in the kindness
of his heart, to do us all a favour."

"No favour at all," said the captain earnestly, waving his hand in token
of disclaiming any obligation on their part,--"no favour at all.  I like
to see things get righted, and I like to have a hand in doing
it.--Besides, didn’t you two chaps teach me that chant that’s going to
help me through many a long night at the helm?"

"You will allow us to _feel_ thankful to you, captain, if we keep quiet
about it, won’t you?" asked the teacher laughing.  "We have been
anxiously watching for your vessel ever since we heard from you.

"Heard from us! when?" asked the captain with a puzzled look.

"We heard by the vessel you hailed the night before the storm."

"Well, now, where did you see _her_?"

"On the rocks just off the lighthouse."

"What!  cast away?"

"Yes: she went on the rocks the night of the storm; but the crew were
saved, all but one man.  They have been over at the lighthouse, waiting
to see the last of the wreck, after rescuing all the cargo they could."

The captain turned to the boys, and said: "That was an escape for you.
If we had had our way, you would have been on that wreck too.  How
little we know what’s best for us!  I’d rather not have the ordering of
things if I could.  I’d be sure to make a mess of things.  God knows
best, and that’s true every time."

"It was fortunate indeed," added Mr. Bernard. "But we have been more
anxious than ever, since Captain Melrose reported you."

"We didn’t think you would care," said Ralph with a flushed face.

"Why, Ralph, have you been in my school all this time and know me no
better than that?  There has been no time since the trouble began that I
would not have received you gladly if I had known you to be honestly
sorry for your fault.  You know me better now, I hope."

Ralph put his hand in the outstretched palm of the teacher, and said,
"Yes, Mr. Bernard, I could never be afraid of you again; but I mean with
all my heart never to do anything again that I shall be ashamed to tell
you."

[Illustration: Ralph put his hand in the outstretched palm of the
teacher.]

"God grant you his help to keep this resolution. We need his help, my
boy; you know that."

"Yes, I know.  I am very sure that _I_ do."

"And you, Ben?" asked the teacher, turning to the other boy, who had
kept in the background,--"you mean to be honest and true, too."

"Yes, sir, I mean to be true like Joe Chester; and I think you are very
good to give us another chance. It is what neither of us expected.  We
thought our days at your school were over."

"Not yet, I hope,--not till you are ready for college.--Now, how shall
we tell your friends you have come?"

"Don’t any of them know it?" asked the boys quickly.  "I have been
wondering that we heard no noise."

"No, indeed, no one knows it; but they will soon be astir, and then
there will be noise enough, for camp-life has not quieted them down at
all.--Captain Dare, if my boys spy the _Una_ they will make an attack
upon us that will frighten you, unless you are used to war-whoops."

"I’m not easily scared at a noise," said the captain laughing.

"Joe Chester would make nothing of swimming across here," said Ben.

"No, indeed, and in his delight at your return he would be sure to do
something rash," added Mr. Bernard.

"How can he be glad to have us back?" asked Ralph with reddening face.
"I am sure I am ashamed to see him, I treated him so shabbily."

"You may be sure he remembers nothing against you.  He has been your
warmest friend in camp, and most anxious for your welfare.  If I had
been ever so harshly inclined toward you, I should have been won by his
intercession in your behalf.  He was sure all the time that you
regretted your course."

"Joe is a good fellow, and he judged me by himself," answered Ralph
warmly, "and that was more than I deserved."

"Joe is a noble boy, true to the very core; but we must decide quickly
how to manage your return to camp."

Before they had proceeded further, however, the question decided itself.




                            *CHAPTER XVIII.*

                            *THE GREETING.*


On the fishing excursion the day before, David had taken cold, and was
awake with toothache half the night.

He did not arouse his friend, however, and it was not till daylight that
Joe discovered his condition.

"I’ll go over to Mr. Bernard’s tent and get something to stop it.  Why
didn’t you call me before?" asked Joe, dressing as quickly as possible.

"Oh, I didn’t like, you were so sound asleep. Besides, I kept thinking
it would get easier; but it aches now worse than ever."

"I’ll go over immediately," said Joe, pulling on his boots.  "Mr.
Bernard keeps a lot of stuff in his tent, and I guess he’ll find
something to help you."

"Likely as not he will offer to come over with his nippers to pull the
thing out, but tell him, ’No, thank you.’"

"Good-bye, old fellow; I’m off.  Keep your head under the blanket."

Joe lifted the flap of the tent and stepped outside. Everything was
quiet; the camp was asleep.  The sky in the east was all aglow with the
coming sun.  Joe drew a long breath of the fresh morning air, and looked
around as he ran toward Mr. Bernard’s tent.

Suddenly his eyes fell on the little vessel at anchor. In a moment he
understood it all, and, turning quickly, he rushed back to his own tent,
and seizing Dave by the shoulder he shook him till the blanket dropped
off, and then he performed a dance around the tent, adapting his motions
to the narrow quarters.

"Are you crazy, Joe Chester?" asked David, sitting up and looking very
much dazed after having been rolled so snugly in the blanket.

He held his hand over his aching face, and felt rather cross at Joe’s
unseemly antics.

"I believe I am, Dave.  Just get up and peep out; it will do your
toothache good," whispered Joe.  "But don’t let the other fellows hear."

"What’s the matter now?" grumbled Dave; but he jumped out of bed and
looked out of the tent in the direction indicated by Joe’s finger.
"What’s that,--a vessel?"

"It looks like one, doesn’t it?"

"What’s she doing there?"

"She’s at anchor.  But hush! don’t talk so loud."

"That’s queer; but what’s that to us that you should go on at that rate?
I thought you had made some great discovery," said Dave, preparing to
retreat.

"Well, I should like to know if I haven’t.  I tell you, Dave, that’s the
_Una_," cried Joe in a triumphant whisper.

"The _Una_?" asked Dave, letting go his cheek, and looking up with
increased interest.

"Yes, sir, the _Una_; and of course Ralph and Ben are there, too."

Dave gave a prolonged whistle below his breath, but Joe hushed him.

"I’ll run to Mr. Bernard’s tent and see if he knows. You’d better dress
and come down if your tooth doesn’t ache too hard."

"I don’t care if it does; I’ll go," said Dave, seizing his clothes and
beginning to dress in haste.

"Well, tie up your head in something, and come on."

Joe darted out of the tent, and ran noiselessly to Mr. Bernard’s.

In vain he rapped on the canvas, as little Max, the only occupant, was
still soundly sleeping.

"Mr. Bernard knows it," thought Joe, as he ran like a greyhound down to
the rocks, followed by Dave, who came only half dressed and wrapped in a
blanket like a young savage.

Jonas and the captain’s man were throwing the fish from the boat up on
the rocks, and they did not hear the boys until they rushed upon them
with a suppressed whoop.

"Where are they, Jonas?  Have they come ashore?" demanded Joe.

Jonas raised himself slowly from his work, and stared at the speaker, as
he answered with provoking slowness, "Where’s who?"

"Oh, you know.  The boys--Ralph and Ben.  Have they come ashore?"

"Not as I know of; I haven’t seen ’em."

Marcus had thrown out the last fish, and was about to push off his boat,
when Joe leaped in, and Dave followed, blanket and all.

"That’s cool, I must say.  What business have you got in here?" growled
Marcus; but Joe saw that it was a good-natured growl, and he only
laughed as he seated himself.--"Now, what shall I do?" asked Marcus,
appealing to the cook.  "I don’t believe these chaps are wanted over
there."

"Yes, let them come," called Mr. Bernard, who, having heard the voices,
appeared at the vessel’s side.

"All right, sir--just as you say," answered Marcus.

In a few moments the boat had reached the vessel; and Joe, nimble as a
monkey, was up the side in a twinkling.

David, having his blanket to manage, crawled up more slowly; and when he
reached the deck, Joe had disappeared down in the little cabin, where he
was shaking hands, and bringing a welcome that set Ralph and Ben at ease
immediately.

"And who is this?" asked Mr. Bernard, as Dave came stumbling down the
steps, trailing his blanket.

"Dave Winter."

Then the hand-shaking was renewed, and Captain Dare received his share
of welcome and thanks for returning the boys to them.

"This is the most like the prodigal son of any story I ever got mixed up
in," Captain Dare remarked, as soon as there was a lull in the
conversation.

"Only there are two of us," said Ben laughing.

"Cap’n, the whole pack’s comin’," shouted Marcus in a tone of dismay,
looking down into the crowded cabin.  "If they board us, we’ll be
swamped."

They all laughed, and Mr. Bernard protested that they would spare the
_Una_ from such a fate.

"Now, captain, if you will put us ashore, you will make us still more
your debtors."

"I’ll do that, Mr. Bernard, although I would like to keep you aboard
till I sail."

"Don’t talk of sailing yet.  You must come ashore, and see our quarters,
and at least take breakfast with us,--you and Marcus too."

"Oh yes, captain," cried Ralph and Ben, eagerly seconding the
invitation.  "We want all the fellows to know you."

The captain laughed, and allowed himself to be pushed up the cabin
steps, where loud cheers from the crowd on shore greeted the party.

The news had spread from tent to tent that the _Una_ had arrived, and
the runaways returned to them; and with whoops and hurrahs the
half-dressed crowd rushed to the beach.

Some unfastened the boats moored there and pushed off in them, and
others stood on the rocks and shouted, as Mr. Bernard, followed by the
captain, Ralph, Ben, Joe, and Dave, came on deck.

There was no mistaking the warmth of the greeting from their
school-mates.  Hats were waved and cheer after cheer given as the boat
reached the shore, and the boys climbed up the rocks, followed by Mr.
Bernard and Captain Dare.  It was so different from the reception they
had imagined when they thought of a return to school.

If they had been received coldly or with sneers and taunts, they would
not have wondered; but this welcome seemed wholly unaccountable, and
Ralph and Ben received it very modestly, feeling that it was entirely
undeserved.

Captain Dare and Marcus were introduced to the crowd of boys, and were
escorted to the tents, while the _Una_ was left to swing to and fro on
the rising tide.

The half-dressed boys hastened to finish their toilets, and had barely
time for this before the bell for prayers rang, and they all gathered in
the large tent, where Mr. Bernard gave hearty thanks for their new
happiness. The prayer was suited to the occasion, and it touched every
heart.

When it ended, Ralph, who stood by Mr. Bernard, said in a manly way,
though his lips trembled as he spoke, and his face was pale, "I want you
all to know, boys, that I don’t deserve this welcome from you and the
teacher.  I was a mean fellow, and a wicked fellow, and a sneak to boot;
but I’ve made up my mind that I’ll lead a different life, with God’s
help."

There was perfect silence after Ralph ceased speaking and stepped back a
little.

Ben did not know that Ralph intended to say anything of the kind, and
indeed the boy himself had not thought of it until, touched by the
prayer offered in his behalf, he was moved to speak.

"I suppose I ought to say something too," he thought; "but I declare I’d
rather be back in the _Una_ with a gale blowing."  Red and awkward, he
got up and said, "I’m sure I don’t deserve it either.  You are all awful
kind about it, and I hope you’ll never have to be ashamed of us again.
I mean to be honest and true after this."

As soon as he had spoken he got behind Mr. Bernard, and fanned himself
with his cap to get the flame from his face.

Ralph whispered to the master, and to the delight of the captain the
whole school began the chant he liked so much--"The Lord is my Shepherd,
I shall not want."

With his hands behind him, and his huge frame swaying to and fro, he
joined with unbounded comfort, as well as with spirit and understanding,
in the music.

Knowing his fondness for singing, Ralph asked Mr. Bernard to have more;
and the boyish voices sang hymn after hymn, and some of the school
glees, that they had practised many times, and had even given in concert
in the town of Massillon, where the Academy Glee Club was looked upon as
something to be proud of.

When they ceased, Captain Dare said, "It’s good to be here.  I wouldn’t
have missed it for all the world.  I shall hear that singing above the
roar of the wind and the sea,--I know I shall."

Jonas had prepared quite a sumptuous repast in honour of the event--that
is, considering the fact that there was no market within four or five
miles.  There was fish broiled and fish fried, mackerel, cod, and hake,
hot biscuits, and bread; best of all, coffee that scented the air with
odours from "Araby the blest."

Captain Dare was given the place of honour at Mr. Bernard’s right hand,
and Marcus sat among the boys, listening to the stories of their
accidents and adventures, as they were detailed to Ralph and Ben, who
were not anxious to talk of their own experience, acknowledging that the
days that had been spent on the _Una_ were wretched days to them.

"The fact is," said Ralph, with sudden frankness when urged to give an
account of himself, "we were scared and sea-sick the worst way.  At
least I was. Ben was braver than I: he did his best to keep jolly, until
the storm came,--then he gave in; didn’t you, Benjamin?"

Ben nodded laughingly.  "I’ll never deny that. You were the braver of
the two then; but I believe any ’land-lubber,’ as Captain Dare calls us,
would be scared with such a commotion of wind, sea, and thunder and
lightning, to say nothing of rain that came down by the tubful."

Ben shrugged his shoulders as he ended his account of affairs, and
sought consolation in another of Jonas’s biscuits.  After breakfast
Captain Dare said: "My man Marcus is looking at me, as much as to say,
’Come, you are wasting time;’ but, Marcus boy, we ain’t. I believe I’ve
got pleasure enough out of this time to last till I’m an old man.  I
suppose you think I’m that now; but, bless your hearts, my lads, when
you get as old as I am you’ll think old age a long way off.  But we must
be going now.  My little vessel there is as restless as a colt.  She can
never bear to be tied up.  See her dancing and tossing around! She wants
to be off.  I must be getting her in port for repairs."

"Oh, don’t go yet, captain!"

"Stay all day," cried the boys.

"No, don’t tempt me.  I must get my load of fish, and go home to see my
grand-baby.  When you go back to Massillon, be sure to visit my folks
and see that baby; he’s a fine fellow, if I do say it.  I set a heap by
him, and he does by me too, strange to say. But good-bye, all of you."

"Ralph," said Ben, pulling his friend’s sleeve, "we haven’t paid him for
our passage yet."

"Sure enough; and there are our valises aboard the vessel--we must get
them."

The entire company of teachers and scholars went down to the beach to
see the visitors off; and Ralph and Ben went over to the vessel in one
of the boats to have a few last words with Captain Dare, and to bring
away their goods and chattels.

When they had brought the valises from the cabin, and had come to give a
final shake of the hand, Ben took his purse from his pocket and said,
"Now, captain, how much shall we pay you?"

"Off with you, boy!  Not a penny.  You are welcome to that trip, I am
sure.  It turned out better than any of us expected, didn’t it?  I shall
always like to think it over."

"But, captain--" began Ralph.

"No ’but’ about it.  The vessel is mine, every timber of it, and if I’ve
a mind to take passengers, it’s nobody’s business.  So off with you.
Keep your promises.  Be good boys, and that’s all I’ll ask.  God bless
you.  Good-bye."

Ralph and Ben returned to the shore, and stood with the crowd waving and
cheering as the _Una_, with all sails set, glided away.

As long as they could see the two men, they stood on the rocks and waved
hats and handkerchiefs; and Marcus gave a return salute by flourishing
his dish-towel and blowing his fog-horn--the same horn that had sounded
so dismally in the fog when Ralph and Ben were at sea.

"There goes a man worth knowing!" exclaimed Ralph.  "He is rough enough
outside, but he is pure gold through and through.  Where would we have
been if we hadn’t fallen into his hands?"

Ben shrugged his shoulders as he said, "Not here, surely."

"Indeed we wouldn’t; and when school begins in September we wouldn’t
have been there either."

"We didn’t cheer him half loud enough," cried Joe Chester in a fresh
spasm of gratitude.  "I wonder if they could hear if we all gave one
tremendous yell. Let’s try it.  All together now.  One, two, three."
Then followed a shout that succeeded in bringing the two men to the
vessel’s side for one more salute.

"There, that will do for this time, boys; I think they know that you
appreciate their kindness," said Mr. Bernard, laughingly uncovering his
ears, after protecting them from the roar of the crowd.  Leaving them on
the beach planning the day’s pleasure, he returned to the tent to read
and rest.




                             *CHAPTER XIX.*

                         *IMPROVING THE TIME.*


"Only two more days, boys, and the boat will be here for us, and the
tents will have to come down," exclaimed Joe, as he stood on the beach
with a handful of pebbles, skipping one after another out over the
swimming-pool.

"That’s so," said Ben, sighing over lost opportunities.

"The question is what to do first now.  Shall we show Ralph and you the
sights?"

"Oh, it’s jolly just to be here, Joe, without hunting up any fun!" said
Ralph, leaning back in his rocky seat.  "I could lie on the rocks here,
and be comfortable, and call it a good time, too, after our dismal
experience."

"Having had that, it’s all the more reason you should have all the
pleasure we can crowd into these two days," said Joe, putting his hand
on Ralph’s shoulder.

"Yes," said Dave; "we must stretch these next two days over all the fun
we can."

"The archery and rifle matches come off this afternoon; but I shan’t
fire another arrow till then.  It is too bad your bow and rifle were
left behind, boys: but you can use my bow, Ralph; and there are plenty
of fellows in the rifle club to lend you a rifle, Ben," said Joe.

The offers followed at once, but the two boys declined, and Ben, who was
a member of the rifle club, and one of the best marksmen, said, "No,
indeed; I haven’t practised for a fortnight, and I should disgrace my
record if I should join in the match to-day.  No; I’ll look on and
applaud."

"Let’s go and swim a while, and after that take a run over to the
lighthouse," suggested Joe.

"And show the boys the place where Walt and Ned acted Robinson Crusoe,"
added Don.

"Which was Robinson, and which Friday?"

"I don’t think that question was ever decided," answered Ned
good-naturedly.

"Ho, for a swim!  Who will go in?" cried Fred.

"I," and "I," answered the boys, as they ran for their bathing-suits.

They soon appeared dressed in all imaginable costumes, and a band of
fantastics could hardly have been funnier.  Into the water they walked
or leaped or dived, with much shouting and shrieking over the cold.
Ralph was a timid swimmer, and did not like the water well enough to
attempt any fancy motions, contenting himself with paddling about where
he could reach the shore very quickly, if he chose.  Ben, however, was
strong and bold, and followed Joe and the others in diving from the
rocks and swimming under water. Nearly the whole school were in the
water together this morning, to celebrate Ralph and Ben’s arrival. The
two boys from the lighthouse were there also, and under Joe’s
instruction were learning to "strike out" quite boldly.  Little Max was
also learning, and he shouted to his father, who sat on the rocks,
laughing at the antics of his boys, "See, father, how many strokes I can
take.  Now you count.  I can go ’dog paw,’ too."

The time passed so quickly that the boys could hardly believe that Mr.
Bernard’s watch was reliable when he gave the signal for an exodus from
the water. As usual, there was pleading for a few minutes more,--one
more dive, or one more race across the pool,--then a great splashing and
dashing and general commotion, as the multitude obeyed the order,
followed by a scamper of the dripping mermen to the tents.  After
dressing, they met for further discussion as to the next thing in order,
and, after much debate, most of those who were not intending to practise
for the matches decided to go over to the lighthouse.

"Is the wreck there now?" asked Ralph.

"Yes, it’s there, what there is of it, but it is ’most all to pieces,"
answered John Kramer.

"And where are the men?"

"Oh, father took them across in his boat after they had done all they
could to save things.  I tell you, they were awful plucky about getting
things out.  Father says he wouldn’t have risked his bones on the old
hull for nobody."

"No, I don’t believe he would, boy," said Walter dryly, recalling the
slowness with which he responded to their petitions for help when he and
Ned were in trouble.  "Your father will never come to his death through
want of care for himself, rest sure of that, Johnny; so don’t you lie
awake at night worrying about him."

The path to the lighthouse lay through that part of the pasture where
the blueberries were most plentiful and tempting, so it was long before
the boys reached their destination; and their blue mouths told the
secret of their delay.

After the lighthouse had been visited and examined, the boys led the way
to the fishing-ground, where the tide had come up over their fish and
lunches and rods. Here all began to talk together, relating the
experience of that eventful day, and though they all spoke one language,
it seemed like a second Babel, but little inferior in point of sound to
the first.  Each boy having had an experience that differed a little
from his neighbour’s, felt it necessary to make a statement of facts.
After a while Joe shouted above the din,--

"See here, boys, it is low tide; let’s go around and see the ’Exiles’
Rock!’" and he led the way down to the spur around which Walter and Ned
had run to hide.

"Look out there! you fellows will be caught just as we were," shouted
Walter.

"No, we won’t.  We know too much for that," answered Dave.

"Come on and visit the scene of your fame and glory, Walt!" exclaimed
Ned.

"No, sir; the fame and glory were too slim to tempt me again," was the
laughing reply, as Walter threw himself down on the rocks to wait for
the others.

"I am going.  I feel curious to know how it seems to be there again,"
and Ned ran after the other boys, who had disappeared around the spur.
"Imagine these waves ten times rougher and fiercer, leaping and roaring
away up by your very feet, with the spray flying in your faces, and you
can have some idea how Walt and I felt here," he said, after he reached
his companions; then he added, "And yet you can’t; for the worst of it
all was that we didn’t know where the tide would stop, or whether it
would stop at all until it had washed us off our perch."

"There couldn’t be a much worse place to get caught!" exclaimed Ben,
shrugging his shoulders, as he always did, to express the feeling that
matters and things were in a bad condition.

"Let’s get away from here," said Ralph.  "I have had all the experience
with the raging seas that I want."

Then, with many similar comments, the crowd of boys surged back to the
place where they had left Walter.

"Now for Spouting Horn!" cried Joe.  "Here, not that way.  The low-tide
spouter is on this side," he added, as the boys were starting off.

"It is just about time to see the pool, too," said Fred.

"Yes, we will do both.  There’ll be time enough to see that after we
have watched the spout a while."

"There she blows!" exclaimed Don, as they came near the place in time to
hear the report, as the column of water shot up into the air and fell in
delicate spray.

A prolonged "Oh--h!" ending in a whistle from Ralph, expressed his
admiration of the wonderful sight; and he and Ben hastened forward to be
as near as possible before it spouted again.

"I don’t want to hurry you, boys," said Joe, "but we have another sight
to show, and the tide has turned. In a little while it will be too late
to see the pool."

There was another race of the multitude, and in spite of their haste the
tide had crept nearly up to the place they had come to see.  The waves
were beginning to flow up over the barrier separating the pool from the
ocean, and there was only time to secure a few specimens of star-fish
and sea-urchins, and to admire the natural aquarium; then they were
obliged to retreat before the rushing water.

Ben, who was lying flat on the rocks, trying to get possession of a
beautiful lilac-coloured sea-anemone, would not heed the shouts and
shrieks of warning from his comrades, and as a result, before he could
scramble to his feet, a succession of waves rolled over him, hiding him
from view.  When the waves rolled back he was blowing the water from
mouth and nose, and laughing as heartily as those who had been
spectators of the ludicrous sight.

"The great Atlantic merman!" shouted Dave, as he rolled on the rocks in
a fit of laughter.

"I got the creature though!" Ben cried triumphantly. Then seeing the
mass of jelly in his hand, with no trace of the beauty he had sought to
seize upon, he threw it down with an expression of disgust.  "Pooh! Is
that the thing?  I don’t want that!" he exclaimed. "Alas!  I got ducked
for nothing, except to make sport for the rest of you.  Well, look at me
and laugh all you want to," he added good-naturedly, as he tried to
wring himself out.  There was no need to tell the boys that, and the
shrieks of laughter continued long after they started campward.

"See! see!" shouted the archers, as the boys tramped past the targets.
"A wreck! a wreck!  Ben Carver rescued from the briny deep."

"Why this wetness, Benjamin?" cried Henry Burnham, as he paused, with
his arrow on the string.

"Oh, that was acquired in my thirst for science."

"Couldn’t be satisfied without going into it head over heels, eh?"

"Here, come to our tent.  I carried your valise there, Ben," said Joe.
"Your teeth are chattering now; I am going to get Jonas to make you some
ginger-tea. That’ll warm you up, I tell you."

Away ran Joe, and by the time Ben had changed his garments, he returned
with a mug.

"Here it is, piping hot.  Drink that, Ben, and I’ll warrant you’ll be
able to melt out the inside of an iceberg by just breathing on it."

Ben took the mug, and, after eying the contents with a comical look of
distrust, took one sip, then with a wry face he said, "Here, boys, pass
this beverage around.  There’s nothing mean about me.  I always share my
treats.  This will warm you so much, you will love even the misguided
wretch who invented logarithms."

The offer was laughingly declined, and Ben, pouring the contents on the
ledge, returned the mug to Jonas with many thanks for his liberality.




                             *CHAPTER XX.*

                           *THE TWO MATCHES.*


"Ho, for the match!  Come, Dave, bring out your weapons; the boys are
gathering."

Dave quickly obeyed Joe’s summons, and the two friends, with bows and
quivers, followed by Ralph and Ben, joined the archers.  Fourteen boys
composed the club, and at the time appointed they, as well as the
spectators, were ready for the signal.  Mr. Andrews kept the score, and
there was great excitement as the shots were registered; but in spite of
much loud talk the match ended satisfactorily to all outsiders, and to
most of the participants, for Joe Chester won.  A prolonged shout
announced Joe’s victory, not only to all on the island, but to vessels
far out on the water.

Before the excitement had fairly abated, the signal for the rifle match
was given, and away started the crowd to that part of the island where
the targets were set for the marksmen.  Ben being one of the best of the
club, was particularly interested in this match, and he watched eagerly
the movement of every rifle, longing for his own, and the chance to use
it.  Many rifles were offered to him, and every one urged him to join in
the trial of skill; but his answer was, "No, indeed; I shan’t risk my
reputation now without any practice."  Mr. Andrews kept the score here
also, and although there were some hot disputes over the shots, Donald
Parker was pronounced the winner of the prize.

"Now I’ll try a rifle," exclaimed Ben.--"Here, Don, lend me yours."

Most of the boys were gathered in knots, eagerly discussing the match,
but at the sound of Ben’s firing they gathered around him.

"Hurrah for Ben!"

"That’s a good one!"

"There’s another!"

He fired the same number of shots as that allowed to the club, and the
score was better than any made by the others, beating even that of the
prize-winner.

"I thought I could do it," he said, with sparkling eyes, "but I didn’t
want to risk it in the match. Perhaps I couldn’t have done it, either.
I shouldn’t have been so cool."

The boys were too excited over the long-talked-of matches to enter upon
any other sport, and they gathered in knots on the ledges and in front
of the tents, talking about this and that rifle or bow, or the scores of
the different marksmen, comparing them with those of former matches.

"Come--to-morrow is packing-up day, and we’ve got to be up early.--and
have all the fun we can before the steamboat swoops down on us."

"Like a wolf on the fold," added Fred.

"Oh, that dreadful monster!" cried Max.  "If it would only forget to
come."

"Or break its paddle-wheel," added Ned.

"Humph!" exclaimed Jonas, who was already beginning to pack baking-tins
and things he did not intend to use.  "If she doesn’t come in time,
you’ll find yourself on short rations, I can tell you.  We are on our
last barrel of biscuits.  Haven’t flour enough for more than one batch
of bread; and not a drop of treacle, even if we had the flour, for
gingerbread."

"Nor any ginger, even if we had the treacle and flour," added Ben, with
a mischievous twinkle of the eye.  "Of course there is no ginger, Jonas
was so generous with that in my tea."

The boys laughed, but Jonas, indifferent to that, continued his deficit
list.  "The coffee’s gone, and the butter-tub is scraped clean."

"Mercy!" cried Dave.  "This is getting melancholy. It’s worse than
Mother Hubbard’s bare cupboard."

"Yes," added Joe with a sigh.  "It’s nothing but a howling wilderness
here, and the sooner we get out of it the better.  No, I’ll take that
back.  I’m willing to live on blueberries if everything else gives out.
The blueberries are plentiful still."

"Yes, and the clam-beds are not quite cleaned out," said Ben cheerily.

"A fellow that would starve on the edge of the clam-beds deserves to
die."

"I suppose there are some fish left in the sea too," suggested Max.

"Yes, a few.  Very likely those the tide carried off with our baskets,
the day we had our freedom, came to life again, and are out of hospital
by this time," said Joe.--"You can’t scare us, Jonas.  We don’t feel a
bit afraid of starving."

"No, maybe not, but you’d grumbled well if you didn’t get nothin’ but
fish and berries for fare.  You would," answered Jonas, as he nailed
down the top of the box.

"I suppose we would," said Joe, "but I’d like to wait over and try
it.--Come on, Ralph; you and Ben can have a shake-down in our tent.--No,
you other fellows can’t have them; they’ve taken apartments with us.
Good-night to the rest of you."

"Oh, don’t leave us so soon.  This is the last night. Only
think--to-morrow we shall scatter on the four winds," said Walter.

"Not to meet again till the roll is called in September," added Ned with
a doleful whistle.

"That sounds pretty bad, but I think we’ll be able to bear it,
considering that we are going to our own homes," answered Joe.--"But
this has been a good time, Ralph--so much better than you or I dreamed
possible the day school closed," he added as they walked off arm in arm.

"Yes, indeed, it looked gloomy enough then; I couldn’t see the way ahead
at all, and I felt that there never would be any more good times for me
in the world.  I tell you, Joe, I didn’t deserve to have it turn out so.
Two or three times to-day I have wondered if I am not dreaming, and if I
shall not wake up in the cabin of the _Una_ with that awful sea-sick
feeling."

"But it’s no dream, old fellow," said Joe cheerily. "You are back among
us, and every boy in the crowd was glad enough to see you.  Mr. Bernard,
too, was as happy as the rest of us."

"That’s so queer.  I thought he would never forgive me.  I wonder if my
own father will?  Joe, will you do me a favour?  Will you stop at my
home on your way through?  I’m going to tell father the whole story, and
let him know the worst of it.  I want you to go along and keep my
courage up."

Joe laughed and said, "Want me for a body-guard, do you?"

"My father is a very strict man, and he hasn’t any patience with anybody
that is mean; and that’s just what I was, besides being bad.  I don’t
mean to excuse myself a bit, whether you are there or not; but if you
would stop with me, I’d like it.  I want him to see you too, Joe."

"Enough said; I’ll stop.  Here’s the tent; walk in. Dave and Ben are
already in the bunk.  Well, you and I will take the shake-down."

"We thought you would be waking us up if we slept on the floor, so we
crawled in here to be out of the way," explained Dave.

"That’s all right, Dave.--Now, Ralph, you and I have the floor; let the
other fellows keep quiet.  It isn’t the softest bed I ever saw, but it
is a good deal better than that you have had for some nights past."

"Yes, especially if you haven’t anything you want to hide.  I tell you
it’s good to be free of that.  I’ll never forget what Captain Dare said,
and I can say it to myself now."

After the other boys were sound asleep, Ralph lay thinking over the
weeks that had passed since he had burned the leaves in the garden at
the back of the school-house.  All the way along he followed the story
again.  He heard the roll called for the guilty boy; and saw again Mr.
Bernard’s face as he looked around upon his boys in astonishment and
grief, as he said, "Is it possible that we have a _liar_ among us? A
_liar_!"  Then he saw Joe Chester’s face as he was summoned to Mr.
Bernard’s room to be questioned. He remembered how he felt when it was
announced that Joe Chester must remain behind unless the guilty boy
confessed; and the miserable days that followed, when, ashamed of
himself, he still pretended to be innocent.  Then followed the last
night of school when the question was decided, and he determined to go
on no further with the deceit.  This was the turning-point, and he felt
that the worst was over when he thought of the letter of confession, the
flight from the house, and the refuge with Captain Dare, which, in spite
of all the discomfort resulting from it, had proved such a blessing to
him.  He remembered the very words of the old captain that had awakened
the good resolutions in his heart, and he at last fell asleep feeling
glad that he had opened his heart, and that there was nothing he wanted
to conceal from God’s eyes.




                             *CHAPTER XXI.*

                             *A FULL DAY.*


As soon as daylight began to dawn Joe was awake, and pulling open the
flap of the tent, he glanced anxiously around.  "Hurrah! a pleasant
day," he exclaimed under his breath.

"Boys, wake up, and let’s have a row.  The water is smooth, and we’ll
have a jolly pull all by ourselves before the other fellows are
stirring.  Don’t make a noise."

The four boys threw off their blankets, and dressed as hurriedly and
quietly as possible, and ran down to the beach, where the boat was
fastened, high and dry above high-water mark.

"Whew!" whistled Ben, looking with dismay at the long stretch of beach,
down which they must drag or push the boat before it could float.  "The
tide doesn’t favour us in this job, does it?"

"No, but the boat isn’t heavy.  We have pushed it down many a time,"
said Joe courageously.

"Never, with only four pairs of hands," added Dave, not quite so
enthusiastic as his friend.

"Oh, come on.  If we wait for the tide to come up, we shall have a whole
posse of boys crowding in."

"All right; a long pull and a strong pull and a pull all together."

"There she goes."

    "’She starts, she moves, she seems to feel
    The thrill of life along her keel,’"

said Dave in declamatory style.

"Well may she feel it, grating over these stones," said Ben, laughing
and pushing with all his strength.

"Whew!  Now!  There, all together again."


      *[Illustration: "Now!  All together!" (missing from book)]*


If was a hard push, but the boat was launched at last, and the four boys
in.  Each took an oar and pulled hard and fast.

"Let’s go over to ’Gull Rock,’" said Joe.  "We are headed that way, and
it will make just a good trip before breakfast."

"Which is Gull Rock?" asked Ralph, looking over his shoulder as he
rowed.

"That long line of dark off there just to the left of that brig."

"Joe Chester! are you crazy?"

"We can do it, and be back in time for breakfast. I know we can."

"All right; go ahead! let’s try it," said Ben.  "This is my first and
last row this vacation, and I’m ready to put in my best stroke.  When I
invested in this boat I expected to get my money’s worth of fun out of
it; but--

    ’The best-laid schemes o’ mice and men
      Gang aft agley.’"


"Especially when you have a scapegrace for a chum," said Ralph soberly.
"If it hadn’t been for me you would have been here through it all.  I
declare it is too bad, Ben."

"Nonsense!  I haven’t grumbled, have I?  Wait till I do, old chap.  I
reckon I needed the lesson I got as much as you did, and I’m not sorry
that I had to learn it.  Now, don’t let’s groan," and Ben began to
sing,--

    "’I never was on the dull, tame shore,
    But I loved the great sea more and more.’"


"But how was it when you were on the great sea in a fog-storm?"
interrupted Ralph laughingly.

"Oh, go away.  This is poetry; that wasn’t."

"Not by any manner of means.  You are right there."

"There’s Jonas going to market to get fish for breakfast," said Joe, as
he saw Jonas and Friday coming down the rocks with basket and
fishing-rods.

"You ought to be phosphorescent enough to be useful as matches, if you
have been having fish morning, noon, and night for a fortnight,"
suggested Ben.

"Very likely we are.  The nights have been so bright we haven’t needed
to light candles, so we haven’t had any use for matches; but I imagine
we would all throw out a faint light if we got where it was dark
enough."

"We’ll have two more chances to add to our stock of phosphorus.  Fish
for breakfast and fish for dinner! I see the gulls on the rocks now.  We
must be two-thirds across, boys," said Dave.  "I tell you we are doing
strong pulling."

"Yes, but nothing fancy about it," laughed Ben. "I reckon an amateur
boat-crew would hoot us."

"Who cares for style?  I go in for speed.  I can feather my oar every
stroke if I want to," said Dave.

They pulled steadily, and Gull Rock was readied at last.

"Shall we land?"

"Yes, if we find a good place.  Let’s row along-shore and see what the
chances are."

"There!" exclaimed Joe, "there’s a fine chance up in that cove.  There
are lots of nests there; see the gulls fly up!  We’ll carry back some
eggs, or the boys won’t believe we’ve been so far."

"All right; in she goes," said Ben, lifting his dripping oar.

Dave did the same, and the two oars on the other side brought the boat
quickly around, so Ben could seize the rock and jump ashore with the
rope.  Before he had fastened it the other boys had leaped ashore also,
and were hunting for gulls’ eggs.

"Oh, here they are by the hatful!" cried Joe.  "We can get all we want
and take only one egg from a nest, so the old birds won’t be
discouraged," he said, taking his round cap off, and going from nest to
nest until he had filled it.

The others did the same, and after taking a hasty run over the island,
they jumped into the boat again, pulled in the rope, and were homeward
bound.  The pull back was more leisurely; and, as Ben said, "they paid
more attention to style."  The other boys were at the landing when the
boat arrived with its bare-headed crew, and the caps were speedily
emptied of the eggs, which were eagerly taken by the crowd to keep as
mementoes of the vacation.  After breakfast Jonas was besieged by one
after another, begging to have the eggs boiled hard, so they would be
safer to carry.

"Well, bring ’em all along, and I’ll make one job of it," said Jonas
good-naturedly.  "I’ll put on a kettle and boil the whole lot, and you
can divide ’em afterwards."

There was a general scramble for the boiled eggs, but every boy got one
or more to put away in his valise as treasures to be taken home and
preserved for the sake of the pleasant vacation days.  Such a motley
collection as these boys had got together during the two weeks--sticks
and stones and rubbish of all kinds, mementoes of some good time; and
they must be taken from the island whether the more valuable property
could be carried or not!

The steamboat was not expected till the afternoon, and during the early
part of the day some of the boys went rowing, some to wander in the
woods.  Ralph and Ben joined a fishing-party going to the place from
which they had been driven by the tide "on Liberty Day," as they
laughingly called it.

"Do me the honour to use my rod, Ralph," said Joe.  "I think you have
seen it before."

Ralph pretended to be ignorant of his meaning. He admired the rod, but
said, "No, Joe; I am going to cut one yonder that will do just as well
for me."

"It is not; it is yours."

"Well, call it mine.  I’m much obliged; but really now, I don’t want to
fish.  I’ve had enough of that. I am going to search for bait, and keep
the hooks supplied.  Just give me one half the glory of catching the
fish."

"All right.  We’ll make it a point to keep you busy, boy.  Here, bait’s
wanted," cried Ralph, jointing the rod and untwisting the line.  "I
can’t start with a bare hook."

"Hold on till I get started in the business.  I haven’t got in my
supplies," answered Joe, leaning down over the side of the rocks and
pulling off winkles that were fastened to it.  "There now; go at it.
Both hooks are baited, and more meat’s ready.  Who wants bait?  Here are
fine fat winkles to cover bare hooks."

"Bait mine."--"My hook is bare," was the constant cry, as the boys
crowded around Joe, who patiently baited the hooks with the meat taken
from the little shells, until his fingers were dyed purple.

"Well, you are a good-natured fellow, sitting here and doing this while
we have the fun," exclaimed Ned, coming for the twentieth time to have
his hook baited.

"That depends on how you look at it," was the philosophical answer.  "I
might say you are the good-natured fellows to catch my fish for me,
while I sit here and smash shells in a lazy way.  This is just as good
fun as fishing when you like to do it."

"I’m glad you like it," said Walter.  "It is a good deal livelier work
for us than if we had to stop and search for bait ourselves."

"I move that we return a vote of thanks to Joe Chester for his
philanthropy or some kind of an opy--perhaps that isn’t the right
word--and then go back to camp.  It must be near dinner-time, and Jonas
will want these fish," suggested Ben.  "Cheers for Chester!  He’s ’a
gentleman and a scholar.’  Hip! hip! hip!"

The cheers were given with a will.  The boys were always ready to cheer
on the slightest provocation, partly because they felt free to make as
much noise as they liked on this island, so far out on the sea, and
partly because they appreciated all good-natured acts, and this was
their way of expressing their thanks.

Joe laughingly declared that they did him too much honour, and then, to
change the subject, said, "Let’s string the biggest fish on sticks, and
take them to camp that way.  Enough for dinner, you know.  We can carry
them easier that way."

This was soon done, and with their fish and rods they sauntered
leisurely back to the camp, stopping here and there where the hillocks
tempted them with blueberries.

"I hope Mr. Bernard will make arrangements to have the camp here next
summer.  He couldn’t find a jollier place," exclaimed Ben.

"No; this beats all the camps we ever had," said Joe.  "I move that we
ask Mr. Bernard to come here again."

"Any fish?" shouted Jonas, as they came near the camp ground.

The boys held up the sticks for their answer, and Jonas gave a grunt of
satisfaction as he paused in dipping water from the spring to relieve
them of their burden.

"We need a good bath," said Joe, looking at his stained hands and soiled
jacket.  "I, for one, will have a final swim."

"You had the _last_ yesterday, I thought," said Dave.

"Yes, but this is an appendix."  And in a few minutes he had changed his
fishing for a bathing suit, and was diving off the rocks.  Several
others followed, but the sport was interrupted by the dinner-bell; and
Joe hastened to make his toilet and join his friends at the table.

"Well, boys, this has been a successful trip, has it?" asked Mr.
Bernard, as he glanced from one bright face to another.  "Have you had
all the pleasure you anticipated?"

"Oh yes, and more too," was the enthusiastic answer.  "It has been a
splendid time--the best camp we ever had."

"And we want to thank you for it," said Joe, leaning forward to look at
Mr. Bernard, who stood at the other end of the long table.  "We don’t
know any other way to express our feelings except by giving three
cheers.  Will that do?" he asked laughingly.

"Oh yes, that will express them better than anything you could say," was
the laughing reply.

"I move three cheers for our teachers--the best teachers any boys ever
had.  Hip! hip! hip!"

Then followed a deafening shout that came from the hearts as well as
from the throats of the boys.




                            *CHAPTER XXII.*

                             *TENTS DOWN.*


The boat was due at four, and the tents were to be down and ready at the
landing.  So as soon as dinner was over every one went to work.

Jonas made a great rattling of pots, pans, and plates, as he packed them
away in barrels and boxes.

"No more use for them until next summer, and there’s no knowin’ who of
us will be alive to use ’em then!" exclaimed Jonas, with a wise shake of
the head.

"That’s so," said Friday solemnly.

"’Tain’t noways likely that the same crowd will get together again.
Somebody’ll be missing.  They are a fine set o’ fellows, take ’em all
around.  Some o’ them are as good as you’d find anywhere.--Here, Freit,
lend a hand on this ’ere box.  No, roll that barrel down to the beach;
I’ll see to this."

While they were thus engaged, the boys were packing their valises, and
trying to decide what to take and what to leave.

"I’ve got rocks enough to stock a cabinet, and only one valise, that was
full when I came," said Joe, kneeling before said valise, with his arms
full of "specimens."

"To ballast a ship, you’d better say," added Ben, laughing.  "What do
you want that rubbish for?" and he pulled over the precious collection
in a contemptuous way.

"Hands off, Vandal!  Avaunt!  You’ll smash that infant star-fish!" cried
Joe.  "I’ve tramped miles and risked my neck getting these together, and
now you call them rubbish!  Avaunt, I say!"

"Tents down!" called Mr. Andrews, passing along, and seeing some of the
tents still standing.

"Yes, sir," answered Joe, placing the "rubbish," as Ben called it, in an
old jacket, and tying the bundle with fish-line.  "There, I’m all right;
I’ll take this in my hands.  There’ll be room enough in my trunk when we
get back to school."

Ben laughed, and said, "You’ll have your labour for your pains.  You’ll
throw the whole lot over the back-yard fence, or your mother or sisters
will for you, before many weeks."

"Nay, nay!  You haven’t half looked at the things; or, worse still, are
no judge, boy.  Mr. Bernard said they were good specimens."

"All right--carry them home; but if your folks are like mine the things
will disappear.  I got a lot of snakes once, the prettiest fellows you
ever saw, and had them in a wire box; but no one would go near my room
to clear it up, and because I wouldn’t throw them away, my sisters hired
a fellow to drop the box in the pond.  Wasn’t I angry?"

"That’s different; I don’t much blame them," said Joe.  "Nobody will
bother my collection.  There, my luggage is ready."

"So is mine," said Ralph, who had been sitting on his valise outside,
listening to the conversation. "Where’s Dave?"

"Oh, he went to the shore long ago.  There he stands with his spy-glass,
watching for the steamboat, as if it would be the most welcome sight in
the world; and he doesn’t want to leave any more than we do.--Now, down
with the tent!  Pull up those stakes, boys.  Mine are up.  Down she
goes!  Let’s write our names on the canvas; perhaps we shall get the
same tent next year."

"Oh, doesn’t the place look forsaken?" groaned Joe, as he saw the tents,
one after another, rolled up and carried by the boys to the beach, where
the baggage was piled.

"I see the smoke!" cried Dave.

A chorus of groans from the crowd answered this announcement.

"Hush, raven!  don’t croak.  Don’t bring your bad news here.  Get down
from your watch-tower, and let’s have a game of leap-frog, and forget
the steamboat," said Ned.

There were boys enough answering this summons to make the leaping
process long and tiresome; and by the time a dozen boys had gone the
length of the row, they were glad to unbend their backs and throw
themselves on the grass to rest.

Nearer and nearer came the boat, and no spy-glass was needed to tell the
party that it was coming for them.  Straight toward the island it
steamed, and it was only a question of minutes when the motion would
cease and the anchor drop.

Another chorus of groans from the waiting crowd was the only greeting
extended even when the band began to play.  Unmindful of the cool
reception, the boat swung around as near to the rocks as possible, and
the great wheels ceased to revolve.

"All ready there!" shouted the captain, hat in hand.

"All ready," was the answer.

The small boats belonging to the school were already laden with baggage,
and the boys began to row across with the load.  The larger boats
belonging to the steamer were soon plying to and fro, carrying the camp
outfit.  This occupied a long time, and then the boys reluctantly
followed.

John and Jerry with their father were there to see them off and hear the
music.  The last boatful of boys had come up the side of the steamer,
and the last boat had been hoisted on board.

"Are we all here?" asked Mr. Bernard, looking anxiously around over the
crowd under his care.

"He ought to count us," suggested Dave.  "Perhaps some of the fellows
are hid under the bushes."

Jonas and Freitag were the last on board, and they gave the assurance
that "nothin’ nor nobody wasn’t left behind."

The whistle sounded; the escaping steam was turned down to work again;
the water foamed, and the wheels were in motion.

Here was another chance to cheer, and what schoolboy would allow such an
opportunity to be wasted? So cheers were given and caps waved by the
party on deck and the three people on the shore.  The band played "Home,
Sweet Home," and the steamboat bore them toward the Cape.

"Alas, and alack! and is it over?" sighed Joe, as he looked longingly
back at the receding shores of the island.  "And you had so little of
the fun, Ralph."

"I don’t know," answered Ralph.  "It is a question whether you enjoyed
more in the whole fortnight than Ben and I did in these two days.  Just
the pleasure of getting back among you all and being friends with Mr.
Bernard would have been treat enough for me, after my experience."

"And for me too," interposed Ben soberly--"to say nothing of the good
times fishing, swimming, rowing, and tramping about through the woods
and over the shore.  If you enjoyed it any more than I did, I don’t know
how you managed to bear it, Joe."

It was a sun-burned, rugged-looking set of boys that landed at the Cape,
and, with valises in hand, started across the fields to the Academy,
talking, as they sauntered along, of the good times they had enjoyed.
They were to spend one night there, and get their worldly possessions in
readiness to take, or to leave till another term.

"Ben Carver, are you the same fellow that stole out of this room with me
a fortnight ago?" asked Ralph, as they entered their room together and
shut the door.

"Am I, or am I not?  Sure enough.  Only a fortnight ago!  Think of it!
Why, I feel as if it were years ago.  We little thought we would be back
here now, and feeling as comfortable as we do, when we stole down the
stairs that night, and went across the fields to hide from Mr. Bernard."

"Yes, from him and every one else.  I wanted never to see Joe or any of
the boys again--never!"

"May I come in?" said Joe’s voice at the door.

"Come."

"We are to have the hall all to ourselves this evening, and talk over
our camp life--all speaking at once, if we want to."

"And we shall want to," said Ben.

"Very likely," laughed Joe.  "We generally do. Mr. Bernard says if we
can’t think of anything to say he will come in and help us.  We told him
he would be welcome, but that he probably wouldn’t be able to get a word
in."

"Not the least chance."

"Come on; there’s the bell!  Supper, and after that the jollification in
the hall.  Then we’ll pack and say good-bye to the old Academy, and each
other too, until next September."

"Remember you are going home with me," said Ralph as they ran down the
stairs, and slackened their pace to enter the dining-room less like
whirlwinds.

"Remember?  Ah, yes; I remember that.  Isn’t it odd to be sitting
instead of standing at the table, and using napkins and glasses?  I like
the camp tables best, though, as it is."

After supper, the boys gathered in the hall, and talked over their life
in camp.  Even the dark, foggy days, that seemed so uncomfortable at the
time, were spoken of now with pleasure.

Mr. Bernard came later in the evening, and after joining in the
merry-making a while, and listening to the stories of the boys, he said
some pleasant good-bye words, thanking them that they had given so
little trouble; and then leaving them all in the hands of the Great
Master, and asking him to be their friend and helper in all the future,
he shook hands with each one, with an added "God bless you" for Ralph,
and said good-bye.

We cannot follow these boys to their homes, pleasant as that would be,
so we will join in the general farewell that sounded on every hand as
the boys went back to their friends.



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