"No, my son. It is what is called a club boat. It is pulled by twelve oars. In Boston, and a great many other places, a number of young men form themselves into a little society for the purpose of amusing themselves with these boats. You perceive it is built very long, narrow, and sharp, so as to attain the greatest speed; and rowing it is a very healthy and pretty exercise, as well as the most exciting amusement."
"I should think it would be; but, father, can't we get into it, so as to see what it is like?"
"Not now. To-day is Wednesday, and this afternoon Uncle Ben shall give you your first lesson in rowing."
"Can we row it alone?" asked Frank, looking perplexed as he saw the twelve row-locks.
"No, Frank; you must form a society, a club, as they do in the city. You must have thirteen boys; twelve to row, and one to steer."
"Hurrah! won't that be fine!" exclaimed Charles with enthusiasm.
"But, boys, you must be careful whom you invite to join the club. We do not want any bad boys—especially none of the Bunkers."
"Not one of them," added Charles promptly.
"Tony shall be one," said Frank.
"Tony is a good boy," replied Captain Sedley.