“That looks like the new chap—Will Williams,” he mused. “I’ll ask him to go for a row.”
He approached the new lad, and was again struck by a peculiar look of sadness on his face.
“Good-morning,” said Jack pleasantly. “My name is Ranger. Wouldn’t you like to go for a row?”
Will Williams turned and looked at Jack for several seconds without speaking. He did not seem to have heard what was said.
“Perhaps he’s a trifle deaf,” thought Jack, and he asked again more loudly:
“Wouldn’t you like to go for a row?”
“I don’t row,” was the answer, rather snappily given.
“Well, I guess I can manage to row both of us,” was our hero’s reply.
“No, I’m not fond of the water.”