“I guess he doesn’t want to be friends,” said Jerry, a little later. “Well, I guess we can make out all right without him.”
Being assigned to classes, making out their lecture schedules and attending to other details, pretty well occupied the time of the three chums until late afternoon. And then, having nothing else to do, they walked down to the lake. Several of the students were out on it in rowboats, and there was one motor craft.
“We’ll certainly have to send for the Neboje,” said Bob.
“That’s right,” agreed Jerry. “I’ll write to-day.”
“What do you say to a row,” asked Ned. “There’s a place where we can hire a boat.”
A man had a concession from the college to let out boats, though many of the students owned their own craft, and Ned, Bob and Jerry were soon sculling over the lake. In one boat they saw Ted Newton and some friends, and the football captain nodded in a friendly way.
“Football practice in an hour,” he called. “Come over and watch.”
“We will,” promised Jerry.
They rowed some distance down the lake and went ashore in a wooded tract.