He was glad when the club landed, and the members separated--glad to get away from them, for their happy, innocent faces were a constant reproach to him.
Sunday was a day of rest; but every moment of it was burdened with a sin against God and against himself.

Every moment that he delayed to repent was plunging him deeper and deeper in error and crime.

Strangely enough, the minister preached a sermon about the Prodigal Son; and the vivid picture he drew of the return of the erring wanderer so deeply affected the youthful delinquent that he fully resolved to do his duty, and expose the Rovers' scheme.
The money had been spent in part; but, if they sent him to jail, it would be better than to continue in wickedness.

Then he thought what Captain Sedley would say to him; that the club would despise him; and that he would not be permitted to join the sports of the coming week--to say nothing of being put in prison.
But his duty was plain, and he had resolved to do it.

He had decided to suffer the penalty of his transgression, whatever it might be, and get back again into the right path as soon as he could.
Happy would it have been for him had he done so.