You are to see nothing but me; and whatever happens, you must obey orders." "Let's try it again.

I will do as you say," replied Tim, with a great deal more gentleness than he had before shown.
"Ready--pull!" said Frank.

And away darted the Zephyr up the lake.
Tim pulled very steadily now, and showed a disposition to do as the others did, and to obey orders.

Frank was pleased with the result of the conference, and began to entertain strong hopes of the ultimate reformation of the Bunker.
But the race was lost; the Butterfly was almost at the head of the lake.
"There's a chance for the Butterflies to crow over us," said Tim, after a silence of several moments.
"There is to be no crowing.

If we had beaten them, I should not have permitted a word to be spoken that would create a hard feeling in the minds of any of them," replied Frank.