Ten minutes later, had any councillor of Riddington had sufficient interest to pay a casual visit to the boat-house, he would have seen a sight which would certainly have given a rude shock to his nerves. For in the old and musty building stalked three figures gorgeously attired in costumes of red velvet, slashed in all directions with what had once been white, red stockings and big-bowed shoes, heavy chains of brass round their necks, and huge beef-eater hats upon their heads. Beneath the hats, where bearded faces should have been, were the merry countenances of three boys who were bent upon a piece of mischief. "Look here, Phil, you boss this show," said Tommy shortly, looking at the other lad to see if he agreed. "We're ready. Give your orders and we'll get aboard." "Right, Tommy! Help with this tarpaulin. That's right. Now jump inside, you fellows, and fish out the rowlocks, and see that a couple of oars are handy. The rudder is already there. Now we can start. Hop in there and take your places. I'll open the gates and push her out." Waiting to see that all was ready, Phil pulled the bolt of the gates which closed the exit to the river, and threw them open. Then he guided the old state barge, all bedecked with gold and colours and curious devices, out into the river, giving a lusty push off, and springing in just at the last moment. "Out oars!" he cried. "Tommy, what are you grinning at? Remember you are a bargeman." "Beg pardon, sir. Sorry, I'm sure," replied the irrepressible Tommy, with a broad smile on his face. "I say, Phil, what a sight you do look in those togs! and sha'n't we catch it when they find out who we are? Old Barrington will be furious. He said he'd have our blood--or something like that--when we held him up the other day." "Oh, bother Barrington! I know he said we were a disgrace to the town, and that he'd keep a special eye upon us in future," answered Phil, with a laugh. "But pull hard, you fellows. I'll run up past the town; there are lots of boats there that we'll go close to. Let's make 'em believe all's correct. Keep straight faces, and pass them as though nothing were wrong." "My eye, what fun!" chuckled Tommy. "But, all right, Phil! we'll do as you say." Slowly, and with a stately stroke, the two lads plied their oars, while Phil, looking almost double his real size in his strange costume, sat upright in the stern, the dog Rags by his side, and steered the barge straight up the centre of the river. Soon they were close to the boats, and not many minutes had passed before their presence caused a sensation. "Blest if it bain't his wushup, the mayor!" cried a hulking countryman out for a day on the river. "Row along, boys, and let's get closer."