Mart Heckler had been two classes below him when Prescott had attended Central Grammar School.

Now Mart was waiting for the fall to enter the last grade at Central, which was also to be his last year at school.

Mart's parents were poor, and this lad, in another year, must join the army of toilers.
"You must be having a lot of fun this vacation, Dick," remarked Mart rather wistfully.

"Lot of fun in that war canoe, isn't there ?" "Yes; there is, Mart.

If we see you down at the float one of these days we'll ask you out for a little ride." "Will you ?" asked Mart, his eyes snapping.