Aw, quit your kidding, now, George. You know I said I'd stick by you to the bitter end; and nobody ever knew Nick Longfellow to back water, did they? I guess you're right about that, Pudding. Your word is your strongest hold-next to eating. I depend on you to be my boat-mate on that long cruise, if so be we make a go of the race. Huh! even if Herb Dickson and Josh Purdue can't get a chance to enter this old tub of theirs which they call the Comfort, what's to hinder us from starting when Jack heads his dandy Tramp south; tell me that? Nothing, Nick; only three boats would be better than two, and add to the fun of the race for the silver cup; and the speaker, George Rollins, bent affectionately over the smart, bright engine of a new and exceedingly narrow motor boat undoubtedly built for speed alone, and carrying the significant name of Wireless. I'm told by Jack that the cup his father is having made is a jim dandy one, and has the word 'Dixie' engraved on it, the fat boy remarked. He says it will be here by tomorrow. Perhaps when the other fellows show it to their folks, they'll get the word they're waiting for. Well, for one I'm not worrying about their not going along, remarked George, as he rubbed away with a bit of waste. Why, you know there'll not be any school till away after Christmas this year, because the Dunker boys came down with smallpox, and the health board ordered the building closed. That gives us a hunky-dory vacation. It was what made me think of going along with Jack in the first place.
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