"Thank you, Jesse; I should like to, if I don't get back my own. Did you speak to Phil?"
"No. I said 'good morning,' but, with his usual politeness, he only gave a slight nod, and did not answer. I wanted to ask him how it happened that he was using your boat so early in the morning, but, you see, I got no chance."
"It is queer. I can't guess what he will have to say for himself."
"There he is now!" said Jesse suddenly, looking up the river.
"Where?"
"Don't you see? He is rowing this way. His back is turned, and he hasn't seen us yet."
Yes, it was Phil. He had enjoyed a good row, and now was on his return course. He was rowing slowly and lazily, as if fatigued.
"You will soon hear what he has to say, Grit," said Jesse.
At that moment Phil chanced to turn round, and he saw and recognized the boys that were approaching him. He did not, however, seem confused or embarrassed; neither did he change his course. He merely smiled, and continued to row toward his pursuers.
"He sees us, and still he comes on. There's cheek for you!" ejaculated Jesse.