"No, he hasn't sold it for us yet. Not much chance of that till next spring when the rowing season opens."
"Give you ten dollars for the use of it this summer," Kingdon offered.
"What for?"
"Well, we don't want to eat it."
"You haven't the men to fill it."
"Yes, I have. Fancy I can lick 'em into shape so as to give you Blackporters a practice race. I've offered ten dollars,——"
"Ten nothing!" cried the skipper of the Nothing To It. "If you really think you can get up a crew——"
"Wait till you see us cutting circles round you," laughed Kingdon.
"I'll never live long enough to see that," said Yansey. "You can have the old skiff."
"For ten dollars?"