"No, we've got to go," announced Jack. "I'm not as well up on to-morrow's Latin as I ought to be." Thereupon the two visitors took their departure and Frank and Andy did some studying.
"I'm going for a row to-morrow afternoon," said the elder lad, after a period of silence. "Want to come?"
"What are you going to row in?"
"Bill Spalter said I could take his boat. It isn't so bad, though it's awful slow and heavy. I'd almost go rowing in a tub, just to get on the water again."
"So would I. I'm with you."
Jack and Ward had some lessons to make up the next day, and could not join our heroes. Frank and Andy hastened down to the river, the waters of which were sparkling in the sun.
"Gee, but it's a fine day!" exclaimed Andy. "I'd like to have some fun."
"With—er—lobsters, for instance?" asked Frank with a sly smile, referring to the time when a joke was turned on his brother, as related in "The Racer Boys."
"Not on your life—no! But say with that bully Welter. I saw him to-day, and he sneered at me."
"He didn't try to make you tip your cap, did he?"