Paper and pencil were furnished by Roger, and the story-teller quickly wrote down the following:
"After a row the sailors had a row!
"Now read it out loud!" cried Shadow, as he passed the paper to the others. All gazed at it for several seconds.
"I pass," remarked Dave, calmly.
"Why, that's easy!" cried Phil. "After a ro Say, Shadow, what do you mean, did they quarrel or row the boat first?"
"Maybe they rowed the boat twice," suggested Roger, with a grin.
"Or had two quarrels," suggested Luke. And then a general laugh went up.
"You've got us this time, Shadow!" cried Dave. "Give him a lemon, somebody, for a prize," and then another laugh went up.
"That idea of an Oak Hall Club is a good one," said Luke. "But you can't organize it now—the fellows are too scattered."
"Oh, I was thinking we might do it later on—perhaps this winter," answered Dave.
The newcomers were much interested in what Dave, Phil, and Roger had to tell about Job Haskers and Link Merwell, and various were the opinions advanced as to what had become of the pair.
