“I am glad spring and summer are coming,” cried Andy. “I’ve had enough of winter.”
“Right you are,” said Pepper. “Hurrah for baseball!”
“And rowing,” put in Dale.
Nearly all of the boys loved to row, and at the earliest opportunity the boats at the new boathouse were repaired and gotten out. At first the lads were a bit stiff at the oars, but soon limbered up.
“This is something like,” said Andy, while he and some of the others were out in two of the boats.
“Let us have a little race,” suggested Jack, and off the two boats started, up the lake a distance of half a mile. They kept side by side, and presently the race was declared a tie, and then the rowers stopped to rest.
“I’ve got news,” said Dale. “Some of the students from Pornell Academy want to row us a race.”
“Didn’t they get enough last summer?” asked Andy.
“This is something of a new crowd,” went on Dale. “Do you remember Roy Bock, and Grimes, and Gussie?”
“Do we?” cried Pepper. “The chaps who stopped us in the woods one night and wanted us to promise that we would not visit the Fords again. I rather guess we do!”