Columbia winning another race besides the eight-oared one."
"Oh! am I?" but despite his words Lanky looked uneasily at the speaker.
"You've found signs of green paint on the bow of a particular motor-boat; and it happens that that same craft is entered in the power-boat race!" Frank declared, with positive conviction.
Lanky took in a big breath.
"Keep right on guessing; I'm not going to own up to anything," he said, starting away again; but Frank still held on to his arm.
"I won't ask you again, Lanky, because I understand just what a feeling of loyalty to old Columbia you are showing in keeping this information back. You mean to give this fellow a chance to win that race! If you denounced him now perhaps the committee might debar him from taking part. While I don't exactly agree with you, I honor you for your motive," and Frank squeezed the hand of his chum strenuously.
"Forget it, won't you, Frank? Perhaps I did have such a foolish notion in my head. But here, let's get to the front. The four-oared race is going to be started, and you don't want to miss a speck of that."
Lanky pushed to the river bank, and Frank followed close behind him. The scene was a striking
