"What's the row?" said Tim, as he hastened to the spot.
"I can't do anything with this crew; here is a fellow shaking his fist in my face."
"Let him be civil then," added the refractory Rover.
"It was you, was it, Barney?" said Tim, as he stepped into the boat.
"I'll bet it was," replied the fellow, standing upon the defensive.
"Take that, then," continued the "chief," as he brought his fist down upon the rebel with such force that he tumbled over the side of the boat into the water. "You want to get up a mutiny—don't you?"
The fellow scrambled ashore, wet through and shivering with cold.
"You'll catch it for that, Tim Bunker!" growled Barney.
"I'll teach you to mind. Now, Charley, put off, and don't be so stiff with them yet. They are not such chicken-hearted pups as the Zephyrs, I can tell you;" and Tim stepped ashore.
"Take your oars; if you only do as I tell you, we shall get along very well," said Charles. "We can't do anything unless you mind."