"Thinking of buying one, and want to get posted, eh?" asked the other, winking.
Lanky grinned amiably, as he started for the door.
"I'm just now interested in the way they make the various type of bows on the craft; and want to learn how much green paint and varnish they are guaranteed to detach from the side of a rowboat in case of a collision!"
"Oh! I see!" exclaimed Frank, laughing; "well, good luck attend your search!"
CHAPTER VIII
A NIGHT ALARM
"Are you game to spend the night down by the river, Buster?" asked Frank, as he walked toward home with the fat and jolly student.
"Am I? Since my heft unfits me for participating in the glorious events of to-morrow, save as an humble 'tubber,' I'm just tickled at the chance to serve my fellow club members as a guardian of their cherished craft," replied the other, with his chest thrust out pompously.
Frank laughed at the assumption of dignity.
"No danger of you ever wanting for a job, so long as drum majors in bands are in demand, Buster. But who's going to be company with you?" he inquired, seriously.