"I am ready to face the music, sir."
"No slang to me!"
"Will you land on Cleaver Island, or will you get into that boat?"
"I will get into the boat, but only that I may the sooner bring you to justice," said he, desperately.
I came about again, and ran alongside of Pearl's boat. Mr. Parasyte, still dripping from his bath, embarked with his toadies.
"The end is not yet," said he, shaking his head, as the Splash filled away once more. "You will soon hear from me again."
We made no reply; and I was profoundly grateful that his life had been saved. My high hopes that what we had done for him might enable him to yield with better grace, and thus end the "breaking away," were dashed to the ground. With the wind on the beam, we ran by Cannondale, and stood down the lake near the shore, in search of the flat-boat, though it would be impossible for us to work her over to the island with the wind from the north-west.
"It is no use of talking any more," said Bob Hale, after a silence of several minutes. "I can never go back to the Parkville Institute while Mr. Parasyte is the principal of it. He is too mean a man for me to sit under."
"My sentiments exactly," replied Tom Rush.
"I suppose I shall not go back, whoever is principal," I added.