"Come on, Shep."

"Where are you going, Whopper?"

"For a row on the river. I've been aching for a row for about a year."

"That suits me," answered Sheppard Reed, as he hopped down from the
fence upon which he had been sitting. "What about the others?"

"Snap said he would meet me at the dock," continued Frank Dawson,
otherwise known as Whopper. "I don't know where Giant is."

"I saw him about an hour ago. He was on an errand for his mother---said
he was going to Perry's store."

"Then we can look in Perry's. If he isn't there I'll run over to his
house for him. It's a grand day for a row."

"Yes, we must get him if we can," went on Sheppard Reed thoughtfully.
"I've got something to tell the crowd."

"To tell the crowd?" repeated Frank Dawson curiously. "What?"

"I'll tell you when we are all together, Whopper."

"Something about Ham Spink? I met him last night and we almost had
a fight. Oh, that dude makes me sick!"