"Hit 'em if they don't mind," replied Tim.
"I think we had better spend an hour in drilling them. We can't handle the boat as it is."
"We must get the tents up before we do anything else. You go after the stakes and poles and I will get the provisions."
Before the crews returned to the boats, Tim made a little speech to them upon the necessity of order; promising, if any boy did not obey, he would thrash him "within an inch of his life."
"Now tumble into the boats, and, Charley, if any feller don't do what you tell him, let me know it, and I will lick him for you."
"All aboard!" said Charles.
"Where are we going now?" asked one of his crew.
"No matter; all you have got to do is to obey orders," replied Charles, sharply.
"Say that again!" said the fellow, with an oath, as he doubled up his fist, and menaced the unfortunate coxswain with a thrashing.
"Hallo, Tim!" shouted Charles, who dared not venture to carry out the
Bunker's summary policy.