The next week was a busy one, for every moment they could spare from their lessons our heroes and their chums were busy working over the old shell. Two new oars had been purchased, Frank and Andy advancing the money, and they also supplied enough to purchase material for repairs.
"Well, we've got a crew at last," remarked Frank one night, when the four boys were gathered in the room of the Racer boys.
"But we don't know what kind it is," said Jack. "We ought to go for a trial spin."
"Yes, the shell is ready for the water now," spoke Andy. "How about a trial to-morrow afternoon, Frank?"
"I can't go then, but I can the next day. I have a date for to-morrow."
"Out at Dailsburg, I'll wager," exclaimed his brother.
"Yes, I've heard from dad about those bonds and he's going to try to sell them. I want to get them and send them on. But the next day will be time enough. I want to let Mrs. Morton know as soon as possible."
They talked of racing and other matters, of the prospect of a match with Waterside, and whether or not a football team could be organized with the raw material available. Then came the striking of the warning hour that marked the close of the time when visits might be paid.
"Time for us to skip, unless we want Thorny after us," said Jack. "Heard anything more about his kick on the chaff?"
"No, though he's been after Doc about it. You see he hasn't really any good evidence against me, and he knows it," said Andy. "Just because I had some chaff in my pocket doesn't say I did it."