At nine o'clock the club had all assembled in the boat-house, and had put on their uniform.
"Keep your spirits up, Tony," said Fred. "It will all come out right."
"I hope so," replied Tony rather sadly. "I am innocent, and all I ask is justice."
"My father is very sure you will be cleared," added Frank; "but whether you are or not, we are all very certain of your innocence."
"Thank you; you have been very kind to me and my mother," answered Tony, the tears gathering in his eyes as he spoke. "I heard last evening what you did the night before the Fourth of July."
"Never mind that, Tony; we all like you. You are a noble fellow;" and Frank grasped the hand of his friend.
"I don't know as I ought to wear this uniform to-day," continued Tony, trying to smile through his tears.
"Why not, Tony?"
"I don't want to disgrace the club."
"Disgrace us, Tony! I am sure there is not a fellow in the club that does not feel honored by having you belong."