"and I know a fellow who owns a bean-shooter, but it doesn't interest me. There must be some one who has a launch around here. There are half a dozen on the river."
"Why, there's a man down there who rents boats, you idiot. I think he has some sort of a launch. I thought you meant—"
"What's his name? Where's he live?"
"Name's Wilkins or Watkins or something, and he lives—I don't know where he lives, but he keeps his boats up by the old chain-works."
"Thanks. You fellows going to spend the day here? Let's do something."
"Want some tennis?" asked Bob eagerly. "I'll take on you and Nid."
Laurie looked inquiringly at his brother. "Would you?" he asked. "Seems sort of too bad to take advantage of his ignorance."
"It'll teach him a lesson," answered Ned, rising, stretching, and looking commiseratingly down at the challenger. "Pride goeth before a fall and a haughty spirit—"
"Before the Turners," completed Laurie. "Come on to the slaughter, Bob, before my heart softens and I let you off."
