In the river the fog was not so dense as on the lake, and the pilot could make out the objects on the banks of the stream. She went into the creek leading from the river to the lake, and in a few minutes more she was at the temporary wharf which had been built for her.
“Well, boys, you have had both the theory and the practice of handling a steamer in a fog. It is an easy matter on this lake compared with the bays and harbors on the seacoast, for there the pilot has to make allowances for the tide.”
The boys landed, and were directed to go to the study-room in a building adjoining the dormitory. The captain called Mr. Brookbine, and they went together to the ice-house.
CHAPTER XIV.
THE STRONG-ROOM AT THE BEECH-HILL INDUSTRIAL SCHOOL.
The trip was finished, and Dory was relieved from further duty in the pilot-house. He came down upon the main deck just as the carpenter was unlocking the door of Oscar Chester’s prison. Mr. Brookbine had a lantern in one hand, which threw its light into the room when the door was opened.
The rebel was lying on the floor, which was quite dry, for the room had not been used for several weeks. He seemed to be making himself quite at home in his prison; and possibly he had been asleep, for he gaped and yawned when he was discovered. But this was affectation. He wanted to make his persecutors, as he regarded them, think that he was not at all disturbed by his confinement.
“You may came out now, Chester,” said Captain Gildrock.
“I don’t want to go out: I am very comfortable here, I want you to understand,” replied Oscar with plentiful display of bravado.