"I believe I have seen that boat before," muttered Fred. "Can any
of you fellows make out the name?"

George hastily took the field-glasses and gazed earnestly at the
swiftly moving boat. "I can make out some of the letters, Fred,"
he said slowly. "I can see V--a-r, the next letter looks like n."

"What's that?" demanded Fred abruptly.

"I can't make out the whole of it yet," answered George. "I don't
see what Varn spells anyway."

"You better look again," suggested Fred. "I think I know the
boat. I guess it's the Varmint."

"That's it," said George quickly. "Only there's something right
after the word. I can't just see what that is."

"Here, let me take those glasses," said Grant quickly. "I don't
believe you can find anything. Your mother told me that she
doesn't want any better evidence that your clothes are hanging in
the right places in the closet than for you to say that you had
looked for them and they aren't there."

"Listen to the words of our modest friend," said George as he
handed the glasses to his comrade. "Grant is a good boy. The only
difficulty with him is he doesn't realize how good he is."

"If he doesn't," spoke up John, "it isn't because he doesn't
try."