take care!" and he shook a warning finger at his chum.
"And hark to Siddie, would you!" mocked Frank. "Sid's so anxious about the girls that he won't play if they don't come; will you Siddie?"
"I'll play my fist on your nose, you old allosaurus!" cried Sid, as he made an unsuccessful reach for his tormentor.
Books had been put away in the study of our heroes. The armchairs had been covered with dust-cloths, as had the creaking old sofa; the alarm clock had been wrapped in cotton, and put on the shelf. Its tick would not be heard until September. It would have a vacation, too.
Randall College began to take on a deserted air, but there was still some activity around the boathouse. The shells were to be kept ready for use—the eights, the fours and the singles. For Mr. Lighton had urged all, who could, to come, if only for an occasional spin on the river to keep in condition.
As we know, our friends had arranged to camp on Crest Island, and from there, as they had a boat, they could take a run down to Randall, and get in a four for practice. If they could get four others, and someone to act as cowswain, they would also row in the eight, they told the coach.
"An excellent plan," he declared. "It will
