"He will not be rash." "But there he goes right in amongst the rocks, and the Butterflies are pulling with all their might.

He is crazy," added Frank, his countenance exhibiting the depth of his anxiety.
"Let Tony alone; he knows what he is about," responded Fred.
"Heavens!" exclaimed Frank, suddenly, as he rose in his place.

"There has been an accident at the bridge! I see a horse and chaise in the river." Tim dropped his oar, and was turning round to get a view of the object, when Frank checked him.

So strict was the discipline of the club, that, notwithstanding the excitement which the coxswain's announcement tended to create, not another boy ceased rowing, or even missed his stroke.
"Keep your seat," said Frank to Tim.

"Take your oar." "I want to see what's going on," replied Tim.
"Keep your seat," repeated Frank, authoritatively.
Tim concluded to obey; and without a word resumed his place, and commenced pulling again.
"Tony is after them; if you obey orders we may get there in season to render some assistance," continued Frank.