A DEFIANCE
"Well," began Rand on the evening of the day on which the challenge had been received from the Highpoint Patrol, "what shall we do with this challenge?"
"Accept it, av coorse," cried Gerald. "Shure, they can't bate us more thin foor miles."
"But we only row three," put in Jack.
"Thin it's a safe bet," went on Gerald, "Aven Don might bet on that."
"What's that?" asked Donald.
"That they won't bate us more than foor miles," replied Gerald.
"In my opinion," began Donald, "'tis no good accepting, for we have no boat, and if we did we have no time for practice, and—-"
"Can't you think of a few more while you are at it," laughed Rand.
"As for a boat we can get the use of the old shell of the Creston
Club."
"And we no have any crew to speak of," continued Donald.