"Is Luke going into training?"
"I don't think so. He loves his banjo and guitar too much."
"Well, I'd love them, too, if I could play as he does," returned Dave.
"Luke told me he had noticed something strange about Shadow," put in Roger. "He asked me if I knew what made Shadow so worried. He said he hadn't heard a funny story out of him for a week, and that's unusual, for Shadow is generally telling about a dozen a day."
"It is possible that he may be fixing for a regular spell of sickness," was Dave's comment. "That's the way some things come on, you know."
The boys resumed their rowing, and Roger put on a burst of speed that made Dave work with a will in order to keep up with him. Then, of a sudden, there came a sharp click and the senator's son tumbled over backwards, splashing the water in every direction.
"Whoop I look out!" yelled Phil. "I don't want any shower-bath! Did you catch a crab, Roger?"
"N-no, I didn't," spluttered the senator's son, when he had regained a sitting position. "There's the trouble," and he pointed to a broken oarlock.
"That's too bad," declared Dave. "Boys, we shall have to have that fixed before we take the boat back to the boathouse—or else we'll have to tell
