ard gives the Tunbrookers a Lesson in Boating. 220

CHAP. XVIII.
Richard wins another Race, and Tunbrook is mutinous. 235

CHAP. XIX.
Richard is determined, and some Allusion is made to
"Watermelons." 247

CHAP. XX.
Richard Visits Green Island, and the Regulators consider
their Plans. 260

CHAP. XXI.
Richard annihilates the Regulators, and the Story is concluded. 273

IN SCHOOL AND OUT;

OR,

THE CONQUEST OF RICHARD GRANT.

CHAPTER I.

RICHARD GRANT AND FRIEND GET INTO AN AWFUL SCRAPE.

"Now, steady as she is," said Sandy Brimblecom, who lay upon the
half-deck of the Greyhound, endeavoring to peer through the darkness of
a cloudy night, which had settled deep and dense upon the Hudson, and
obscured every object on the shore. "Steady as she is, Dick, and we
shall go in all right."

"Ay, ay; steady it is," replied Richard Grant, who was at the helm.

"Port a little! Port a little!" added Sandy, a few moments after, as he
discovered the entrance of a little inlet, which was the destination of
the Greyhound.

"Shut up your head, Sandy!" replied Richard, in a low but energetic
tone. "You might as well publish our plan in the newspaper as speak as
loud as that."

"Port a little more," said the lookout forward.

"What's the use of hallooing port?" answered Richard, impatiently.
"Don't you see the mainsail shakes now?"

"You will be on the rocks in half a minute more."

"Let her go about, then, and we will get a little farther to windward
before we try to run in."

The Greyhound came over on the other tack, and stood away from the
shore a considerable distance. The wind was very light, and the current
was against them; so the progress of the boat was necessarily very
slow.

"Now, Sandy Brimblecom," said Richard, when the boat had made a third
of the distance to the opposite shore, "we might as well go back to
Woodville, and go to bed, as to attempt to carry this thing through, if
you are going to bellow and yell like a mad bull."

"I didn't think I spoke very loud," replied Sandy.

"Didn't think so!" sneered Richard. "Any one might have heard you clear
across the river."

"O, no, Dick; not so bad as that."

"You spoke too loud, at any rate, and you might as well go up and tell
'Old Batterbones' what we are about as talk half so loud as you did."