`` Let him alone till to-morrow . He wo n't want any one fussing over him now . We are going for a pull ; come along and steer , '' said Frank , for the sunset promised to be fine , and the boys liked a brisk row in their newly painted boat , the `` Rhodora . '' `` Go ahead and get ready , I 'll just cut round and ask at the door . It will seem kind , and I must know how Ed is . Wo n't be long ; '' and Jack was off at his best pace . The others were waiting impatiently when he came back with slower steps and a more anxious face . `` How is the old fellow ? '' called Frank from the boat , while Gus stood leaning on an oar in a nautical attitude . `` Pretty sick . Had the doctor . May have a fever . I did n't go in , but Ed sent his love , and wanted to know who beat , '' answered Jack , stepping to his place , glad to rest and cool himself . `` Guess he 'll be all right in a day or two ; '' and Gus pushed off , leaving all care behind . `` Hope he wo n't have typhoid -- that 's no joke , I tell you , '' said Frank , who knew all about it , and did not care to repeat the experience . `` He 's worked too hard . He 's so faithful he does more than his share , and gets tired out . Mother asked him to come down and see us when he has his vacation ; we are going to have high old times fishing and boating . Up or down ? '' asked Jack , as they glided out into the river .
XXXXX looked both ways , and seeing another boat with a glimpse of red in it just going round the bend , answered , with decision , `` Up , of course .
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