“Oh come on, you old misanthrope,” urged the pitcher.
“Nope. Take Frank, he needs the air.”
“Then you come too, Phil.”
“No, I’m back in my work, and I’ve just got to make it up, or I’ll be conditioned, and you know what that means. You and Frank are the brainy pair; you go.”
“Will you?” asked Tom; and Frank consented.
[CHAPTER XXI]
ON THE RIVER
The afternoon was warm—almost too warm for that time of year, and Tom and Frank, as they neared the river, felt the breeze sweeping up from the water.
“That’s something like,” remarked Frank, who now walked with scarcely the semblance of a limp.