“Did you.”

“To be sure I did.”

Charles stopped to think how mean it was of Frank to try to get him out of the club; how hypocritical he was, to treat him as a friend when he meant to injure him.  It did not occur to him that Tim had told a falsehood, though it was generally believed that he had as lief tell a lie as the truth.

“You are a fool if you let them kick you out, as they did me,” continued Tim.

“What can I do?”

“Leave yourself.”

“Next week is vacation; and we have laid out some first-rate fun.”

“There will be no fun, let me tell you.”

“What do you mean, Tim?”

“If you want to be the coxswain of a boat as good as the Zephyr next week, only say the word,” replied Tim, slapping him on the back.

“How can that be?” asked Charles, looking with surprise at his companion.

“And you shall have as good a crew as the Zephyr; better fellers than they are, too.”

“I don’t understand you.”

“You shall in due time.”

“Tell me what you mean, Tim.”

“Will you join us?”

“Tell me about it, first.”

“And let you blow the whole thing?”

“I won’t say a word.”

“Will you promise not to say anything?”

“Yes.”

“Will you swear it?”

Tim had read a great many “yellow-covered” books in his time, in which tall buccaneers with long beards and bloodshot eyes required their victims to “swear,” and he seemed to attach some importance to the ceremony.  Charles “swore,” though with considerable reluctance, not to reveal the secret, when it should be imparted to him.

“You must join our society, now.”

“Society?”

“Yes; we meet to-night at eight o’clock, in the woods back of my house.”

“What sort of a society is it, Tim?” asked Charles, with a great many misgivings.

“That you shall learn when we meet.  Will you come?”

“My father won’t let me go out in the evening.”

“Run out, then.”

Tim suggested various expedients for deceiving his parents, and finally Charles promised to attend the meeting.

“You haven’t told me the secret yet.”

“The society is going to camp on Center Island next week, and we are going to take the Zephyr and the Butterfly along with us.”

“Take them?  How are you going to get them?”

“Why, take them, you fool!”

“Do you mean to steal them?”

“Humph!  We mean to take them.”

“But do you suppose Captain Sedley and George Weston will let you keep them?”

“They can’t help themselves.  We shall take the Sylph, and every other boat on the lake, with us, so that no one can reach us.  Do you understand it?”

“I do; but how long do you mean to stay there?”

“All the week.”

“And sleep on the ground?”