"I am doing wrong, Tim; I feel it here." And Charles placed his hand upon his heart.
"Humph!" sneered Tim. "Give it to me, and I will open it."
"We ought not to open it," replied Charles, putting his hand into his pocket, and again glancing over the top of the rocks. "Besides, Tim, you promised to be a good boy when we let you into the club."
"I mean to have a good time. We might have had if you fellows hadn't given away all that money."
"I didn't do it."
"I know you didn't, but the rest on 'em did; so it's all the same. They are a set of canting pups, and for my part I'm tired on 'em. Frank Sedley don't lord it over me much longer, you better believe! And you are a fool if you let him snub you as he does every day."
"I don't mean to," answered Charles. "I believe the fellows all hate me, or they would have made me coxswain before this time."
"Of course they would. They hate you, Charley: I heard Frank Sedley say as much as that the other day."
"He did?"
"Of course he did."