"Mind out!" said Tim. "Don't you know any better than to hit a feller in that way?"
"Cease—rowing!" called Frank, as he saw Tim's first involuntarily double up, and his eye flash with anger.
"It was your fault, Tim, and you must not blame him," added the coxswain, mildly, but firmly.
"My fault!" and Tim added an expression which I cannot put upon my page.
"Such language as that is contrary to the constitution," continued
Frank. "You stopped rowing without orders."
"What if I did!"
"You should not have done so. No member can do, or cease to do, without orders; that's our discipline."
Tim cooled off in a moment, made a surly apology for his rudeness, and the Zephyr continued on her course.