HURRAH FOR TONY! Tony and his six companions, who had been with him in the river, stood on the rocks shivering with cold, when the Zephyr's crew landed.

The rest of her boys had been sent to conduct the lady and gentleman to the nearest house, and render them such assistance as they might require.
"You are a brave fellow, Tony!" said Frank, warmly, as he grasped the wet hand of his friend.
"I am very wet and cold, whatever else I may be," replied Tony, trying to laugh, while his teeth chattered so that he could hardly speak.
"You had better go home; you will catch cold," continued Frank.
"We must wait for the fellows." "No, you shall take six of the Zephyr's crew, and pull home as fast as you can, and we will wait for the rest." "We can do no more good here; so we may as well go.

Thank you for your offer, Frank, and I will accept it.

If you like I will take Fred Harper to steer down, for I should like to pull an oar myself to warm up with." "Certainly;" and Frank detailed six of his club, including Fred, who seated themselves in the Butterfly.
"I don't know about those rocks, Tony," said Fred, as he grasped the tiller ropes.
"The water is so high, that there is no danger, I will have an eye to the passage when we get to it," replied Tony, as he took his old place at the bow oar.
The Butterfly pushed off, and in a few moments after passed the dangerous rocks in safety.

Her crew pulled with energy, and it is quite likely that they got warm before they reached the boat-house.
It was some time before the rest of the Butterfly's crew returned to the rocks where they had landed.
"Where's Tony ?" asked one of them, a boy of fourteen, but so small in stature that his companions had nicknamed him "Little Paul," of whom we shall have more to say by and by.
"They have gone home; we sent six of our fellows with them.