Bob came down to breakfast feeling rather sheepish. He had been
wondering, during the time he was not sleeping, what form of
punishment his father would inflict.

The lad had an uneasy feeling that he might have to make a public
apology before the whole church congregation. This he felt would be
very embarrassing. He also had an idea that his father might take
him from school and put him to work in the mill. Mr. Henderson had
once threatened this when Bob had played some particularly annoying
prank. And Bob liked his school very much, in spite of the tricks
he played,

"Well, my son," said Mr. Henderson, more solemnly than he usually
spoke, "I trust you have a proper feeling of regret for what you did
last night."

"Yes. I wish I hadn't done it," said Bob. "I didn't think it would
make so much trouble. I didn't mean to use so much glue."

"Well, there is no use in discussing that now. The thing is done.
You remember I told you I would have to punish you?"

"Yes, sir."

"I have talked it over with your mother and Captain Spark, and we
have made up our minds what to do. You are going to be sent on a
long sea voyage with Captain Spark, in the _Eagle_. You will be
away from home a long time, and, when you return, I trust you will
have mended your ways."