CHAPTER XXVII
THE RACE
James broached the subject which was uppermost in his mind as soon as he got home.
“I wish you'd buy me a new boat, father,” he said.
“What's the matter with the boat you have now?”
“I don't want to be outdone by Herbert Carter.”
“I don't see how that can be.”
“He's got a beautiful new boat, twice as handsome as mine ever was.”
“He has!” exclaimed the squire, in amazement. “How can he have, without any money?”