“That was Bruce Bennington, the Senior I was telling you about.”
“The one you said had some trouble?”
“Yes, and to judge by his looks he has it yet. I wonder what he was doing with old Skeel?”
“Maybe explaining why he hadn’t been to lectures before this.”
“No, I understand the Senior class doesn’t have to report as punctually as we poor dubs of Freshmen. It must be something else.”
“Well, we have our own troubles, Tom. Don’t go to looking for those of other fellows.”
“I won’t, Jack, only I’d like to help Bennington if I could.”
“So would I. Look, there are some boats we might hire,” and Tom pointed to a small structure on the edge of the river, where several boats were tied. A number of students from Elmwood Hall were gathered about, and some were out in the rowing craft.
Tom and Jack learned that the man in charge kept boats for hire, and the two chums were soon out in one, pulling up the river so, as Tom explained, they would have it easier coming back with the current.