"You are going up in our boat, ain't you, Longman?" said Harry Tuttle.

"No, Tom, you're going with us," cried another young man.

"He's going with us, like a sensible fellow," said Will Taylor, who, with
Laura Burr, was sitting on the forward thwart of the boat, into the stern
of which Henry was now assisting Madeline.

"Tom, these lazy young men are just wanting you to do their rowing for
them," said she. "Get into our boat, and I'll make Henry row you."

"What do you say to that, Henry?" said Tom, snickering.

"It isn't for me to say anything after Madeline has spoken," replied the
young man.

"She has him in good subjection," remarked Ida Lewis, not over-sweetly.

"All right, I'll come in your boat, Miss Brand, if you'll take care of
me," said Tom, with a sudden spasm of boldness, followed by violent
blushes at the thought that perhaps be had said something too free.
The boat was pushed off. Nobody took the oars.

"I thought you were going to row?" said Madeline, turning to Henry, who
sat beside her in the stern.

"Certainly," said he, making as if he would rise. "Tom, you just sit here
while I row."