CHAPTER XI.
TWO HEROES.
One afternoon a week later Outfield West and Joel March were seated on the ledge where, nearly two months before, they had begun their friendship.

The sun beat warmly down and the hill at their backs kept off the east wind.

Below them the river was brightly blue, and a skiff dipping its way up stream caught the sunlight on sail and hull until, as it danced from sight around the headland, it looked like a white gull hovering over the water.

Above, on the campus, the football field was noisy with voices and the pipe of the referee's whistle; and farther up the river at the boathouse moving figures showed that some of the boys were about to take advantage of the pleasant afternoon.
"Some one's going rowing," observed Outfield.

"Can you row, Joel ?" "I guess so; I never tried." West laughed.
"Then I guess you can't.