"That's right—any more than it proves that I'm a horse because I slept in a stable and caught cold," put in Jack with a laugh. "Well, so-long, fellows," and the callers were gone.
A little additional patching was done to the shell the next day by Andy, Ward and Jack. Frank went off to Dailsburg, promising to come back early. But it was late when he got in, and he just escaped being caught by a monitor.
"What'd you do; stay to grub?" asked Andy, half complaining.
"Yes, they asked me to."
"Did you get the bonds?"
"Yes, and I'm going to mail them to dad. How's the shell?"
"Ready for the race. Are you going to challenge Waterside?"
"Sure, as soon as I see how you and I and Jack and Ward row in it. I don't hear that any of the other fellows want to try, so I guess we'll have to be the crew."
"Sure thing. Say, the football fellows are keeping right on with their practice."
"Glad to hear it. We may be able to get up an eleven after the rowing stops. But it will cost a heap sight more to get the gridiron in shape than it did to fix up the old shell. However, something may turn up. Did anything happen while I was gone?"