"It's a pity there aren't any more boats around here," Frank remarked to Bill, as they tied up his craft. "What became of the racing shells they used to have when this school was in its prime?"
"Racing shells!" exclaimed Bill with a laugh. "They don't last many seasons. But I think there's an old one around here somewhere."
"There is?" cried Frank eagerly.
"Where is it?" demanded Andy.
"Well, the last I seen of it she was over in the old barn, up overhead on some beams. I don't believe it's any good, though. It's a four-oared one, and was quite fast in its day."
"Let's go have a look at it," suggested Frank.
"Come on, Andy. We've got time."
"It's too dark," objected his brother.
"Here's a lantern," suggested Bill. "I'd be glad to see some life about this place. Maybe they'd raise my wages then. The shell is in the big barn, not the little one."
Very eager over the unexpected news they had heard, Frank and Andy hurried on, swinging the lighted lantern.