“Mine did not cost me a hundred,” said Jack, “and she is sixteen feet long, and makes good speed.  I’ll have her down to-morrow when we go to camp.  She is in a machine shop in Riverton, and it will be easy enough to take her down to our quarters.”

“So you have one, eh?” exclaimed Dick.  “Where did you buy it?  You’ve been very quiet about it.  Did you send to the city for it?”

“No, I got everything around here, as I said I would, fixed it up myself from one thing or another, but I don’t think you’d know it, for she is like a new boat.”

“And you did all the work on her yourself?”

“Certainly,” laughed Jack.  “It is nothing new for me to wear overalls and a jumper, and get my hands greasy.  I can wash them.”

“The first time I saw you it was in overalls.  Dress doesn’t make a boy.  I believe you’d look all right in anything.  But I’d like to see the boat now, Jack, and not wait till to-morrow.”

“Well, I don’t mind showing her to you, Dick, so if you will get out your runabout we’ll go down and I’ll give you a trip on the river.”

“To be sure I will,” replied Percival eagerly.  “Come along.”

CHAPTER II

TRYING OUT THE NEW BOAT

In half an hour the two boys were at the wharf of the machine shop, and Jack was showing his new acquisition to Percival, whose delight could hardly be expressed in words.

“Why, I say, Jack, she looks as if she had just been turned out of the shops.  Why, she’s a beauty and no mistake.  And you did all the work on her yourself?”

“I did not build the boat, Dick, but I fixed her up, caulked, painted, and decked her over forward, put the rail around the standing room, and put in the seats, installed the engine, set the propeller, and got her in the shape you see her now.  She’s all right?”

“All right?  Well, I should say she was.  I’d never believe that you hadn’t just got her brand new from the shop.  No wonder you get along, Jack.  A fellow who shows a knack for doing things that you do and goes ahead in spite of all obstacles is bound to get on.  Come on, let me see how she can go.  My boat is a lot fancier than yours, but I doubt if she can make the same speed or last as long.  Come ahead, get aboard!”

The boys got on board, and Jack took his seat, started his engine, took the tiller and glided out upon the river, and then down toward the railroad station, Percival noting the speed, the smoothness with which everything worked, and the apparent ease with which Jack managed it all, as though he had always been used to such things.

“You’re doing fine, Jack,” he chuckled.  “I suppose you can go faster if you like.  Will you let her out a bit?”

“Wait till I get away from the railroad station and the docks, Dick.  I’ll have a clear way before me in a little while, and then I can show off, but just now I’d rather take it easier.”