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on up to the float, the four chums took their shell out of the water just as Boswell got his in. He looked over at them, and nodded in what he evidently meant to be a friendly fashion, but which he succeeded in making only patronizing.

"Out for a row?" he asked, needlessly.

"Just a bit of practice," answered Sid.

"And you're going in for the same thing, I see," added Phil.

"Yes, I've gone a bit stale since I was here last. I just came back to-day, and I thought I'd take a little row before I went up to our cottage on the island."

"He's going there all right, then," murmured Tom.

"Are you fellows in camp yet?" asked Boswell.

"Yes," replied Frank. "We haven't got settled yet, we'll soon be in shape." Then, with an effort, he went on: "Drop in and see us—when you get a chance."