"My dear String," said Grant solemnly, "I fear now that the
remark of that wise Englishman was correct when he said that
Nature never built men seven stories high without the top lofts
being left empty."
"I have heard you say that before," retorted John, irritated by
the manner more than by the words of his friend.
"Well, all I can say is," said Grant, "if you have any gray
matter up there where your brain ought to be located you had
better begin pretty soon to make it work. If a man wanted to
break into the boat-house he wouldn't have very much trouble in
doing it, no matter how many padlocks we put on the doors."
"That's right," spoke up George. "He could dive under the doors,
or smash in the window or cut out a glass and if there wasn't any
one on guard he might never be detected. No, sir, we've got to
establish a guard and the fellow who is on duty must keep up a
regular patrol. He must keep walking around the dock all the
time."
"And there may be some other ways by which they will try to get
at us besides injuring our boat," suggested Grant.
"I don't see what," spoke up John quickly. "It's the one boat
they are afraid of and if they can only put the Black Growler out
of business they won't have anything to fear, as far as the
outcome of the race is concerned. What could they do anyway?"
"Oh, I don't know," said Grant.
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