CHAPTER XI.

COMPLIMENTARY TO THE PICNIC-PARTY.

The penitents had never been on board of the Sylph before; and, even in

the midst of the examination which was to decide what was to be done

with them for the misdemeanor of the forenoon, they enjoyed the motion

of the yacht. Tom and his companions were prisoners on the forecastle;

and, though nothing had been said to the penitents, they considered

themselves in the same condition. They had heard of Bates, who was the

ogre of the institution to bad boys; and there he was, acting as a

deck-hand.

Paul Bristol attended to the stern-line, against which the steamer

backed to throw her head out from the wharf. Sometimes he had served as

fireman; but a man was now employed for that service, and the engineer's

son was a man-of-all-work. He had learned something about the engine, so

that he could attend to it for a short time; and Dory had instructed him

in piloting, so that he could take the wheel when it was plain sailing.

Lily Bristol went to the pilot-house with the captain when he was

ordered to get under way. She wondered where they were going, but she

had taken little interest in the examination on the forecastle. Captain

Dornwood told her, with a pleasant smile, that it was not customary for

officers and seamen to ask questions in regard to the movements of the

vessel: all they had to do was to obey the orders of their superior

officers. A soldier or a sailor who asked questions before he did what

he was directed to do, was good for nothing.

"But you are the captain of the steamer, Dory," said she, as the young

gentleman politely ushered her into the pilot-house.

"When we have the ship's company on board, I am the captain; though even

then it is only a position in name, for I have to obey the orders of the

owner," replied Dory. "But, now that we are not in commission, not much

attention is paid to rank; and sometimes when my uncle is at the wheel I

act as deck-hand."

"What do you mean by being in commission, Dory? Have you any

commission?" asked Lily.

"That's what my uncle calls it when we have the regular ship's company

on board. A ship in the navy, or a yacht, is said to be in commission

when she has her officers and men on board, and is in condition for

going to sea, or doing what is required of her."

"You don't go to sea; but you go to lake, just the same now as when you

have thirty or forty on duty," laughed Lily.

"But Captain Gildrock don't call us in commission when we use the

steamer with our present crew: that's all the difference there is. Three

persons can handle the Sylph very well; and four is enough to work her

comfortably, though not when there are any meals to be served."

Just then, as the steamer was standing across the little lake towards

the outlet, Paul Bristol appeared at the door of the pilot-house, with

the order of the principal to run to the point where the picnic was, and

make a landing at the wharf.

"To the point where the picnic is, and make a landing at the wharf,"

repeated Captain Dornwood; and Paul touched his hat and retired,

possibly thinking that his company was not wanted there.

"Didn't you hear him? What makes you say it over after him?" asked Lily,

as her brother was leaving.

"My uncle requires us to repeat all orders, so as to be sure that they

are understood, as they do in the navy, where he served several years

when he was a young man. We do every thing in navy fashion when we are

in commission, and we keep up some of the forms even now," replied the

captain.

"What are we going to the picnic for, I wonder," added Lily.

"I haven't the least idea. I have learned to conquer my curiosity, or at

least not to let it get the better of me," laughed Dory.

"But Captain Gildrock has all the boys now that were out in the

Goldwing. What do you suppose he is going to do with them?"

"I haven't the least idea. I should as soon think of asking the minister

what he is going to preach about next Sunday, as of asking my uncle what

he is going to do."

"I should think he would tell you without asking."

"Sometimes he does, but not often; and when we are going to do any thing

on shore, or on board of the boats, the orders come as a surprise to

us."

As the steamer approached the mouth of the river, Captain Gildrock came

on the hurricane deck, but he did not even look into the pilot-house. He

began to walk up and down, and Lily watched him for a few minutes with

interest.

"He looks as though he had something in his head now," said Dory, as he

observed the thoughtful expression of his uncle.

"He must be thinking about those boys," suggested Lily.

"Very likely: they have been a great nuisance to us, for they have

stolen the boats a great many times before (that is, the row-boats),

when they have been left on shore."

"Do you know those boys?"

"Some of them: we have had some dealings with the Topovers when they ran

away with the barges. But there is a lot of new fellows among them now

that I hardly know by sight. Within a week I have heard my uncle drop

some few remarks about the bad boys of Genverres, as though he was

thinking about them. This affair with the Goldwing is perhaps the text

of his thoughts. But it will all come out, if there is any thing, very

soon."

The Sylph stood across the mouth of the bay, and made her landing at the

rude wharf (and it was so rude, that Dory had to be very careful in

handling the yacht, or she would have stove it all to pieces). When it

was evident that she was going to stop there, the picknickers hurried to

the wharf to see her, for she was a great curiosity to people who did

not live near the lake. The present party were from twelve miles inland,

and intended to drive back to their home by moonlight.

"Can we be permitted to go on board, and look at this steamer?" asked

the gentleman who had employed Ash Burton to sail the party in the

forenoon, as he hailed Captain Gildrock on the hurricane deck. "Our

people have never seen such a steamer as this appears to be, and their

curiosity is excited."

"How many people have you?" asked the principal.

"About eighty-five."

"We have room enough for the whole of them, then; and I shall be happy

to have them take a little trip in her," added the captain.

"You are very kind, sir; and your invitation is very unexpected. We are

very glad to accept, especially as we do not start for home till eight

o'clock," replied Mr. Murdock, the manager of the party.

"I have a little business with you, sir; and, after your party are on

board, I should like to see you in the pilot-house."

"Business with me?" exclaimed Mr. Murdock, greatly surprised.

"In regard to the boys who took some of your party out to sail," Captain

Gildrock explained.

The picnickers were delighted with the invitation, and accepted it with

enthusiasm. They crowded on board so eagerly, that the principal

interfered to prevent them from breaking the wharf down with their

weight. They were soon on board, and the order was given to Captain

Dornwood to back out from the pier.

The picnic-party had a band of music with them, and they enlivened the

occasion with their music. The passengers satisfied their curiosity

first, and the principal conducted Mr. Murdock all over the vessel. The

examination ended at the pilot-house, which both of them entered. To the

inquiries made by Captain Gildrock, the gentleman gave him all the

information he required. He had hailed the Goldwing as she was passing

the point; and the young man who was steering the boat objected, at

first, to taking any passengers.

As the captain suspected, Tom's story was a tissue of lies, and that of

Ash Burton and his companions seemed to be the simple truth. The

principal explained that the sloop was used without permission of the

owner, upon which Mr. Murdock assured him that he would not have

employed her if he had known the fact.

"The fellow they called Tom Topover is an unmitigated young scoundrel,"

he added; "while the one who sailed our parties behaved like a

gentleman, and seemed to understand his business very well."

"I think I comprehend the case very well now, but I am very much

embarrassed about it," added Captain Gildrock, whose brow was contracted

with the thought that he was giving to the subject. "If Tom Topover and

his gang, who have robbed my fruit-trees till I built fences so high

that they could not get over them, were all of the culprits, I should

prosecute them at once, though it would only compel their parents, who

are poor people, to pay their fines. Ashley Burton and the rest of the

boys who were left on shore at the picnic are better boys; and I cannot

think of taking them to the court, now that I have got at the facts."

"It is a difficult matter to manage," added Mr. Murdock.

"I cannot prosecute half the culprits, and let the other half escape;

for they are all equally guilty of the offence against the law. But

Burton and his companions came to me, very penitent, with the money the

boat had earned; while Tom and his companions lied till they were black

in the face. As you say, it is a difficult case to manage. I shall have

to find some other remedy for my grievances besides a court of justice."

The principal had learned all the facts he wished to know. Tom had lied

to him; while Ash and his party had voluntarily told the whole truth,

and manifested a genuine penitence. He was sure the latter would give

him no further trouble. The business settled, Captain Gildrock devoted

himself to the party on board, and made them as happy as he could. He

pointed out all the objects of interest on the lake, including Split

Rock, which finds a place in the guide-books. When he landed them at the

wharf, they were profuse in their expressions of gratitude for the

pleasant trip he had given them.

At the wharf, Tom Topover and his companions attempted to escape by

getting into the crowd of picnickers as they were going on shore; but

Bates had been directed to take charge of them, and he had his eyes on

them. Tom found himself taken by the collar, and hurled to the deck. The

others retreated to the bow, where they had been ordered to remain. Tom

Topover was as mad as a March hare when he rose to his feet. He began to

indulge in some foul talk, when Bates collared him again and pitched him

into the bow. He showed some signs of resistance.

"Shut up!" said Bates, in a low tone.

Tom looked at him. The old quartermaster was not the kind of person he

liked to deal with, and he concluded to obey him. In fact, the bully did

most of his fighting with his tongue, and generally found a way to back

out when it came to hard blows.

The party on shore gave three cheers for the steamer and her polite

owner, the band played a parting strain, and the steamer whistled a

return of the compliments paid to her as she departed for her wharf.

Captain Gildrock was still in deep thought. In fact, he had done a great

deal of heavy thinking over the very problem which now occupied his

mind, during the entire summer. But he said nothing to any one, and Lily

and Captain Dornwood chatted as merrily as ever in the pilot-house. When

he landed, the principal went to his library, attended by Ash and his

penitent companions.

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