pretty far-fetched to my way of thinking. I'd hate to believe that any Randall man would be guilty of such a thing."
"So would I," added Phil.
"Oh, well, I only mentioned it as a supposition," said Tom, in self-defense. "Anyhow, Bossy sure does practice hard in his single. I guess that trainer of his knows his business."
"Yes, he's a good trainer," admitted Frank. "I've heard of him, but it's pretty near the limit for a fellow to have a private trainer. It's too much like putting on lugs."
"It is that," said Phil. "And I suppose, when we get back in the Fall, about all we'll hear will be Bossy and his shell."
"I wonder if he has a chance to win?" asked Tom. "They have some expert scullers at Boxer Hall."
"Well, they ought to have; look how long they've been at it," retorted Frank.
"I'll be rather glad to get back to college again," went on the tall pitcher. "This loafing life is good, but I'm anxious to get in the eight."
"So am I," came from Sid, "but it's sport here," and he looked toward the island they were approaching, probably thinking of the girls. So far the four chums had not been able to get five others, one the coxswain, with them so that they could row in the eight-oared shell. But the four gave them
