CHAPTER IV
BULLY SNAITH
“Hello, Dock, I’m glad to see you out of the hospital,” remarked Jack one morning about a week later, when his boating rival was walking down the campus. “You had quite a time of it.”
“Yes,” admitted Snaith, “I got a nasty bump on the head. Say, Ranger, I haven’t had a chance to thank you for pulling me out. I’m much obliged to you.”
“Oh, that’s all right. Don’t mention it,” answered Jack. “If I hadn’t done it, some one else would.”
“Well, I’m glad you did. But say, I still think I can beat you rowing. Want to try it again?”
“I won’t mind, when you think you’re well enough.”
“Oh, I’ll be all right in a day or so.”
“Be careful. You don’t want to overdo yourself.”
“Oh, I’ll beat you next time. But I want to race for money. What do you say to twenty-five dollars as a side bet?”