poking among the several power boats below there—the ones that are going to run in the race, you know. He seemed mighty interested in those boats. Thinking of getting his dad to invest in one, do you know, Frank?"
The other smiled broadly and nodded his head.
"I understand what's on his mind. You know Lanky is the most stubborn chap in Columbia. When he wants to do a thing, nothing is going to keep him out. More than that I don't care to say just now. He knows what he's doing, I reckon."
"Say, did you ever see such a glorious sight as the Harrapin river seems to be just now. Look at the boats moving every way, and the banks just crammed with excited people. This is the greatest Fourth ever known," remarked Seymour, his eyes kindling with pleasure.
"I only hope that when the sun goes down the boys of Columbia High will have cause to set that monster bonfire burning. Hear 'em shout! Isn't that inspiring music, though? We've just got to win that eight-oared race, Rod!" exclaimed Frank, with his set jaws denoting determination and grit beyond the ordinary.
"And I'd say we would do it without a doubt, only for one thing," responded the other, lowering his voice cautiously.
"Jonsey?" went on Frank, solicitously. "I'm
