That evening, after supper, Frank retired to his room, and, settling himself in his comfortable armchair, was soon deeply interested in one of Bayard Taylor’s works.  While thus engaged, a light step was heard in the hall, and, afterward, a gentle rap at his door, and Julia came into the room.

“Now, Frank,” she began, “I don’t want you to read to-night.”

“Why not?” he inquired.

“Why, you know that day after to-morrow is the Fourth of July, and-”

“And you haven’t got your fire-works yet?” interrupted Frank.

“That’s it, exactly.”

“Well,” said her brother, rising to put away his book, “then, I suppose, I shall have to go down to the village and get you some.  What do you want?”

“I want all the things that are written down on this paper.”

Frank took the paper and read, “Three packs of fire-crackers, four boxes of torpedoes, three Roman candles, half a dozen pin-wheels, and a dozen sky-rockets.”

“Whew!” said Frank, as he folded up the paper and put it into his pocket, “that’s what I should call going it strong!  Well, I’ll tell Mr. Sheldon [the store-keeper] to send up all the fire-works he has got.”

Julia burst into a loud laugh, and, the next moment, Frank and Brave were out of the gate, on their way to the village.

In the mean time several of Frank’s acquaintances had been amusing themselves on the village common with a game of ball.  At length it grew too dark for their sport to continue, and one of the boys proposed that they should decide upon some pleasant way of spending the Fourth.

In spite of the humiliating defeat which Charles Morgan and his companions had sustained, they were present; and the former, who had been making every exertion to regain the good-will of the village boys, exclaimed,

“Let’s go hunting.”

“No, no,” shouted several.

“The game in the woods isn’t good for any thing this time of year, Charley,” said James Porter, who, although he cordially disliked Charles, always tried to treat him kindly.

“Who cares for that?” exclaimed Charles, who, having always been accustomed to lead and govern his city associates, could not endure the steadfastness with which these “rude country boys,” as he called them, held to their own opinions.  Although, during the whole afternoon, he had been endeavoring to work himself into their favor, he was angry, in an instant, at the manner in which they opposed his proposition.  He had been considerably abashed at his recent defeat, and he knew that it had humbled him in the estimation of the Rangers, who, although they still “held true” to him, had changed their minds in regard to the prowess of their leader, and began to regard him, as one of them remarked, as a “mere bag of wind.”

Charles was not long in discovering this, and he determined to seize the first opportunity that was offered to retrieve his reputation.

Hastily casting his eyes over the group that surrounded him, he discovered that Frank and Harry, the ones he most feared, were still absent.  This was exactly what he had wished for.  With the assistance of his companions, the Rangers, who, he was confident, would uphold him, he could settle up all old scores, without fear of suffering in return.

Addressing himself to James, he continued, in an insulting tone,

“We don’t go to get the game to eat, you blockhead, but only for the sport of killing it.”

“I know that,” answered James, in a mild voice, not the least disconcerted by the other’s furious manner; “but wouldn’t it be better to-”

“Shut up!” shouted Charles.  “I’ll do just as I please.  Besides, I never allow any one to dictate to me.”

“I didn’t intend to dictate at all, Charley.  I was going to say-”

“Are you going to keep still,” roared the bully, “or shall I make you?”

And he began to advance toward James.

“See here, old fellow,” said Ben.  Lake, suddenly striding up, and placing himself directly in front of Charles, “don’t begin another fight, now.”

“I’ll show you whether I will or not!” exclaimed Charles; and, turning to the Rangers, he continued, “Come on, boys!  We can have things all our own way now.  We’ll see if-”

“Hold on!” shouted William Johnson.  “Here comes Frank.  Now you had better take yourself off in a hurry.”

Charles’s hostile demonstrations ceased in an instant; and, hastily whispering a few words to the Rangers, they disappeared.

In a few moments, Frank, accompanied by George and Harry, arrived, and the boys, in a few words, explained to them what had just happened.

“I hope,” said Frank, “that Charley will see, before long, how unreasonably he acts.  He makes himself, and every one around him, uncomfortable.”

“Well,” said James Porter, “all I have got to say is that those fellows who go with him are very foolish.  However, we can’t help it.  But, come,” he added, “we were trying to find some pleasant way of spending the Fourth.”

“Let’s have a picnic on Strawberry Island,” said one.

“We want something exciting,” said another “Let’s have a boat-race.”

“Come, Frank,” said Ben.  Lake, “let’s hear what you have got to say.  Suggest something.”

“Well,” answered Frank, who was always ready with some plan for amusement, “I have been thinking, for two or three days, of something which, I believe, will afford us a great deal of sport.  In the first place, I suppose, we are all willing to pass part of the day on the river?”

“Yes, of course,” answered the boys.

“The next thing,” continued Frank, “is to ascertain how many sail-boats we can raise.”

“I’ll bring mine.”

“And mine,” called out several voices.

“Oh, that’s no way to do business,” exclaimed William Johnson, who always liked to see things go off in order.  “Let all those who have boats hold up their hands.”

Sixteen hands came up, and Frank said,

“We shall be gone all day, and, of course, we want plenty of provisions.”

“Of course.”

“Well, then, what I thought of proposing is this:  Let us take three or four of the swiftest sailing-boats, and give the provisions into their charge, and call them smugglers, and let the other boats play the part of revenue-cutters, or a blockading squadron, and let the smugglers try to land the provisions on Strawberry Island, without being caught.”

“That’s capital!” shouted several.

“It’s better than shooting game, at this time of year,” said one.

“Yes, and being scolded all day by that tyrant,” observed another, who had belonged to the Regulators.

“It will take some time to make all our arrangements,” said William, “and I move that we adjourn to our house, where we can hold our meeting in order.”

This was readily assented to, and William led the way, followed by all the boys, who were highly delighted at Frank’s plan of spending the Fourth.

George Butler was speedily chosen president of the meeting, and, in less than half an hour, their arrangements were completed.

The Speedwell, Champion, and Alert-the latter a fine little schooner, owned by George and Harry-were to act the part of smugglers, and Ben.  Lake and Thomas Benton, who had no boats, were chosen by the smugglers to assist them.  The provisions, of which each boy was expected to furnish his share, were all to be left at Mr. Butler’s boat-house by six o’clock on the following evening, where they were to be taken charge of by the smugglers, of whom Frank was chosen leader.  It was also understood that the smugglers were to carry the provisions all in one boat, and were to be allowed to take every possible advantage of the “men-o’-war,” and to make every effort to land the provisions on the island.

The other thirteen boats, which were to act as “coast-guards,” were to be under the command of Charles Sheldon, a shrewd, cunning fellow, who had the reputation of being able to handle a sail-boat as well as any boy in the village.

The coast-guards were also divided into divisions of three boats each, and a captain was appointed for each division.

These arrangements, as we have said, were speedily completed; and, although the coast-guards were almost wild with delight at the prospect of the exciting times that would occur during the race, they were confident that the smugglers could be easily caught, and even some of the smugglers themselves seemed to think that their chances of landing the provisions were small indeed.

As the meeting was about to break up, one of the coast-guards exclaimed,

“We’ll have easy times catching you smugglers.”

“Do you think so?” asked Harry Butler.  “It would be funny if you should slip up on it, wouldn’t it?”

“We’ll risk that,” said another, “for we’ve got thirteen boats to your three.”

“I say, Frank,” said Charles Sheldon, “don’t you think we can catch you?”

“Oh, yes,” answered Frank, “easily enough, if you only try.  Now, boys,” he continued, “remember that we want all the refreshments left at Mr. Butler’s boat-house, by six o’clock to-morrow evening.”

They all promised to be on hand, and the meeting broke up.

But the coast-guards gathered in little knots in front of the house, or walked slowly toward home, talking the matter over, and congratulating themselves on the easy manner in which the capture of the “contrabands” was to be effected.

The smugglers remained together, and, as soon as the others were out of hearing, George inquired,

“Do you think we can give them the slip?”

“Yes,” answered Frank, “I am certain we can.  We must not think of beating them in sailing, because there are too many of them, but we must outwit them.”

“What do you propose to do?” inquired Ben.

“We must get up in the morning before they do.”

“We shall be obliged to get up at twelve o’clock, then,” said Thomas.

“I had rather stay up all night than have them beat us,” said Harry.

“Well, boys,” said George, “you must all come and sleep at our house to-morrow night.  Some of us will be sure to wake up early, and, I think, we shall have no trouble in getting the start of the coast-guards.”

The boys spent some time in talking over their plans, and, finally, reluctantly separated, and started for home.