“He can do most anything, can’t he?”
“Yes—but he doesn’t know much about girls.”
“Why, what makes you say that?”
“’Cause he doesn’t. He doesn’t know as much as I do about them.”
“The idea of your saying that—he must know lots of girls!”
“He hasn’t had as much experience with them as I have—but, honest, there’s nothing he can’t do—honest.”
“Tell me about him, won’t you? About the things he can do.”
Would he!
All was excitement on the float as the yacht steamed by, headed for the pier a few yards beyond. Evidently the oarsman who had collapsed was not in a serious condition, for there was Dr. Brent talking with one of the regatta committee. And there were Walden and Charlie Greer and Swift and Waring and “Brick” Parks, crowding about him.
“Looks good to see Parks’s red head, doesn’t it, Kid? Don’t shout, now, just wait—it’ll only be a minute.” It was like an inspiration to both boys to see the familiar faces.