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 CHAPTER XII

IT LOOKS LIKE COLUMBIA'S DAY

" up, here, what do you mean by saying that to me?" exclaimed Frank, as he laid a hand on the arm of his chum, and whirled him around.

Lanky grinned good naturedly, as he made answer.

"Just what I said—green paint! Nothing could be clearer to you, I guess, when you stop to think a little."

"My boat that was smashed in the river was painted green before I put on that outside coat of varnish. I happen to know that you've been on the lookout for a launch that shows marks of green around her bow. Do you mean to tell me you've been and gone and done it—found the nasty little motor-boat that knocked into us the other night?" demanded Frank, eagerly.

"Sure!" came the ready reply, as Lanky nodded his head up and down several times.

"Whose was it, then?" Rh