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Rh the football season," agreed Frank. "Boxer Hall and Fairview will want to wind up the rowing game as early as they can. It's been a double drill for them, since they raced in the Spring. Next Spring we'll get in the game with them."

"Here comes Mr. Lighton," suggested Sid. "Maybe he'll have something to say," and he indicated the coach coming down toward the boathouse.

"Well, boys, how do you like them?" asked Mr. Lighton, as he indicated the new craft.

"Swell!"

"Peachy!"

"Pippy!"

These were only a sample of the many expressions of approval.

"I guess I'll slip in one of those singles and have a try at it," remarked Boswell, starting for the dressing rooms to change into rowing costume.

"No, don't, please—not just yet," said Mr. Lighton. "I want to look them over first, to see if there are any flaws. You can take out one of the old ones."

"Say, you don't seem to want me to do anything in the boating line!" exclaimed the rich lad. "You shifted me out of the eight, and now you don't want me to practice in a single. I tell you I know something about a boat—I've done as