CHAPTER XIII
THE CABIN ON THE ISLAND
“Dave, come on out for a row. You haven’t been on the river this year.”
It was Gus Plum who spoke. He was out in one of the craft belonging to Oak Hall, and hailed our hero as the latter was strolling along the river-bank.
“All right, Gus!” Dave cried, cheerily. “I don’t know but that a try at the oars will do me good, after the hard studying I’ve been doing.”
“You are bound to get a high-water mark this term, aren’t you?” went on Gus Plum, as he brought the rowboat up to the dock, so that Dave might get in.
“I’d like to graduate with honor, yes.”
“What are you going to do after you leave here, Dave?” went on the big youth, as the two rowed up the river.