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"Suppose I don't join?" "Then you will be in Rippleton jail before to-morrow night; that's all." "What for?" "No matter; if you come to the meeting to-night, all right; if you don't Rippleton jail;" and Tim hastened away, heedless of Charles's calls. Rippleton jail! What could he mean by that? He felt guilty, and his heart beat so violently that he could hardly breathe.
Walker, as he went away with Farmer Leeds. "My father would be very happy to have you stop at his house while you remain in Rippleton," continued Frank, who was not sure that the farmhouse would accommodate him. "As to that," interposed Farmer Leeds, "I can't offer you so grand a house as Captain Sedley's, but such as it is, you are welcome to it."
After several attempts Charles got them so they could pull without knocking each other out of the boat; but he was heartily disgusted with his crew, and would gladly have escaped from them, even if Rippleton Jail had yawned to receive him. After half a dozen trials he placed the Zephyr alongside the Sylph, let go her moorings, and took her in tow.
Being as warm-hearted and generous as he was just and discriminating, it was quite natural that he should give his feelings expression in some substantial token of his gratitude. Before he left Rippleton, a check for five hundred dollars was placed in the hands of George Weston, with directions to give four hundred of it to the Butterfly, and one hundred to the Zephyr.
As nothing could be done at present on the lake, Captain Sedley ordered his horse, with the intention of driving round it in search of the fugitive and of the boats. Mr. Hardy was invited to go with him. On their arrival at Rippleton they found that Tim Bunker was missing, as well as a great many other boys.
His case was a hopeful one, and his father cheerfully remitted to Mr. Walker the amount contained in the lost purse, with the mortifying confession of his son's guilt. The next day Mr. Walker arrived at Rippleton himself. The noble-hearted gentleman seemed to be in unusually good spirits, and the boys noticed that he and Captain Sedley often exchanged significant glances.
It was observed that Charles was no longer the coxswain. He seemed to have lost the favor of his companions, and several of them were seen to kick and strike him. The boats went in different directions the Zephyr pulling towards Rippleton. When her crew observed the party who were watching them from the shore, they commenced cheering lustily, and the coxswain, out of bravado, steered towards them.
Rippleton River was a stream which emptied into the lake at its eastern extremity. Properly speaking, Wood Lake was only a widening of this river, though the stream was very narrow, and discharged itself into the lake amid immense masses of rock.
"We will get a piece of cotton cloth for that, and some needles and thread. Leave all that to me. Now, be on hand in season." "One thing, Tim: I may be seen in Rippleton." "No matter if you are. Bluff 'em off if they say anything." The Rovers were to "rendezvous" Tim had found this word in the "Adventures of the Bold Buccaneer" at nine o'clock on Sunday evening at the wood.
At a subsequent visit to Rippleton, he had mentioned his loss, but he had no idea where he had dropped it. Tim congratulated his still unwilling confederate on the success of his villainy. Mr. Walker did not even know whether he had lost his money in the town or not; so, of course, he had no suspicion of them.
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