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.