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Rh soon the two rowboats drifted apart, while all of the lads in both crafts laughed heartily over the way the story had been turned on Hamilton.

"That was all right," said Phil, with a broad smile. "Shadow didn't know where he was at."

"We've got to do something to stop that flow of yarns," answered Dave. "If we don't they'll get like weeds in an onion bed—worse and worse every day."