“Go ahead and get ready, I’ll just cut round and ask at the door.  It will seem kind, and I must know how Ed is.  Won’t be long;” and Jack was off at his best pace.

The others were waiting impatiently when he came back with slower steps and a more anxious face.

“How is the old fellow?” called Frank from the boat, while Gus stood leaning on an oar in a nautical attitude.

“Pretty sick.  Had the doctor.  May have a fever.  I didn’t go in, but Ed sent his love, and wanted to know who beat,” answered Jack, stepping to his place, glad to rest and cool himself.

“Guess he’ll be all right in a day or two;” and Gus pushed off, leaving all care behind.

“Hope he won’t have typhoid—­that’s no joke, I tell you,” said Frank, who knew all about it, and did not care to repeat the experience.

“He’s worked too hard.  He’s so faithful he does more than his share, and gets tired out.  Mother asked him to come down and see us when he has his vacation; we are going to have high old times fishing and boating.  Up or down?” asked Jack, as they glided out into the river.

Gus looked both ways, and seeing another boat with a glimpse of red in it just going round the bend, answered, with decision, “Up, of course.  Don’t we always pull to the bridge?”

“Not when the girls are going down,” laughed Jack, who had recognized Juliet’s scarlet boating-suit as he glanced over his shoulder.

“Mind what you are about, and don’t gabble,” commanded Captain Frank, as the crew bent to their oars and the slender boat cut through the water leaving a long furrow trembling behind.

“Oh, ah!  I see!  There is a blue jacket as well as a red one, so it’s all right.

  “Lady Queen Anne, she sits in the sun,
  As white as a lily, as brown as a bun,”

sung Jack, recovering his spirits, and wishing Jill was there too.

“Do you want a ducking?” sternly demanded Gus, anxious to preserve discipline.

“Shouldn’t mind, its so warm.”

But Jack said no more, and soon the “Rhodora” was alongside the “Water Witch,” exchanging greetings in the most amiable manner.

“Pity this boat won’t hold four.  We’d put Jack in yours, and take you girls a nice spin up to the Hemlocks,” said Frank, whose idea of bliss was floating down the river with Annette as coxswain.

“You’d better come in here, this will hold four, and we are tired of rowing,” returned the “Water Witch,” so invitingly that Gus could not resist.

“I don’t think it is safe to put four in there.  You’d better change places with Annette, Gus, and then we shall be ship-shape,” said Frank, answering a telegram from the eyes that matched the blue jacket.

“Wouldn’t it be more ship-shape still if you put me ashore at Grif’s landing?  I can take his boat, or wait till you come back.  Don’t care what I do,” said Jack, feeling himself sadly in the way.