"Your father is going," replied the old sailor, as he drew the boat in shore, and put the oars and other articles in their places on board.
"Here he comes," added Frank.
"Where is Tony?" asked Captain Sedley, as he discovered the absence of the widow's son.
"He has not come."
"I am sorry for that. We will go up and see where he is. Ben, take the boat over to the flat rock."
"Ay, ay, sir."
The boys scampered over to the place of embarkation, followed by Captain Sedley.
"Frank, you may take Tony's place," said his father when they had reached the rock, "and I will steer."
Frank leaped into the bow of the boat, and took the boat-hook. Steadying her, he called the numbers, and the club all took their places in excellent order, and sat waiting for further commands.
"Very well, boys; your discipline is most excellent," said Captain Sedley. "Push off, Frank. Ready with the oars."