If you had been coxswain, Charley, I wouldn't minded it," replied Tim, adroitly.
"But I wouldn't nose the fellows round," replied Charles, tickled with Tim's compliment.
"I know you wouldn't; but they wouldn't make you the coxswain.

They hate you too much for that." "It is strange they haven't elected me," said Charles, musing.
"That's a fact! You know more about a boat than three quarters of them." "I ought to." "And you do." Charles had by this time forgotten the promise he had made to Captain Sedley--forgotten the good resolution he had made to himself.

Tim's flattery had produced its desired effect, and all the ground which the Bunker had lost was now regained.
"I am sorry they turned you out, Tim," said he.
"I am glad of it.

They will turn you out next, Charley." "Me!" "Yes." "Why should they ?" "Because they don't like you." "They wouldn't do that." "Don't you believe it," replied Tim, shaking his head, and putting on a very wise look.

"I'll bet they'll turn you out in less than a month." "Do you know anything about it ?" "Not much." They had now reached the end of the grove, and Tim suggested that they should take seats and "talk over matters." Charles readily assented, and they seated themselves by the margin of the lake.
"What do you know, Tim ?" asked Charles, his curiosity very much excited.
"I only know that they don't like you, and they mean to turn you out." "I don't believe it." "Do you mean to tell me I lie ?" "No, no; only I can't think they would turn _me_ out." "I heard Frank say as much," replied Tim, indifferently.
"Did you." "To be sure I did." Charles stopped to think how mean it was of Frank to try to get him out of the club; how hypocritical he was, to treat him as a friend when he meant to injure him.