the Goldwing Club, with the
exception of Dory, on board. Not a word had been said in regard to
Captain Gildrock's plan.

Dory slept on board of the Goldwing that night. The next morning he
started with his passengers. They went over to Mallett's Bay first on a
fishing-excursion. When they got there, the skipper was astonished to
find that the polite young gentlemen from New York were too tipsy to use
the bait and lines he had procured. They drank all they could hold, and
then went to sleep. They had not told Dory where to go next, and he
anchored to wait for further orders.

At noon they both turned out, but it was only to drink till they were
tipsy again. They insisted that the skipper should drink with them; but,
when he asked them who was to take care of the boat if he did as they
did, they gave up the point. They remained in Mallett's Bay all the
first day. The next morning they wanted to go to Missisquoi Bay, and the
skipper sailed the Goldwing to that part of the lake. The second day was
like the first. On the third they had drank so much that they could not
keep up the debauch, and they gambled with props in the cabin.

Dory was disgusted with his passengers; but, when he landed them in
Plattsburgh, they were as sober and polite as though they had been with
their mothers all the time. The skipper received his fifteen dollars,
and that was all the satisfaction he got out of the cruise. He returned
to Burlington the next day, and spent the afternoon in looking for
another party at the hotels.

There was no more business that week. The next week he got only a
half-day job, taking a party of ladies and gentlemen across the lake.
Three dollars was all he made that week; and he was beginning to be
discouraged when he received a postal from the Witherill House. It was
a fishing-party to Mallett's Bay. The young gentlemen from New York were
saints compared with his present passengers. They got crazy drunk; and,
when a shower came up, they threatened to throw the skipper overboard
because he anchored the boat to avoid a squall. Dory was afraid of his
life, and five dollars a day was no compensation for the misery he
endured.

Another week satisfied Dory that the business was a failure, for he did
not obtain a single fare. He went to his mother, and told her he had had
quite enough of it. He was ready to sell the boat, though the Goldwing
Club had fine times in her when she was not engaged; and there were
plenty of