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140 is the best sport in the world!" and Mr. Pierson's eyes sparkled as though he would like to get in the shell himself.

"That will be fine!" exclaimed Tom. "We shall look for you."

They talked a little longer, the old oarsman giving them some good advice about training. Then he bade them good-bye, and walked off up the hill leading from the river.

The boys got in the shell again, intending to row to Randall, and then back to their camp.

As they neared the college float, and noted the activity of the men building the new boathouse, Sid exclaimed:

"Look who's here!"

"Who?" asked Tom.

"Bossy, by all that's tragic! He's just taking out a single shell. I wonder if he's going to the island?"