CHAPTER III
THREE CHUMS ON THE RIVER
Down at the boathouse the three boys procured a round-bottomed rowboat, and were soon on the river. Roger took one pair of oars and motioned to Phil to let Dave take the other.
"Let him do the most of the rowing—it will help him to forget his troubles," he whispered, and Phil understood.
It was a beautiful afternoon in the early summer, with just the faintest breeze stirring the trees which lined the river bank on either side. The boys pulled a good stroke, and Roger purposely kept Dave at it, until both were thoroughly warmed up.
"You're improving in your stroke," remarked Dave, as they came to a bend in the watercourse and rested on their oars for a minute. "Perhaps you are training for the boat races."
"Well, I shouldn't mind going into a race," returned the senator's son. "It would be lots of sport, even if I didn't win."
"I am going into some of the field contests this
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