-I say, Ned, this is beginning to grow wearisome, - drawled Randy Moore as he tipped his chair against the wall, and crossed his feet on the low railing in front of him. -Clay promised to be here half an hour ago, - he went on in an injured tone, -and if he doesn't come in a few minutes I'm going to have a spin on the river. It's aggravating to sit here and do nothing. I can count a dozen boats between the railroad bridge and Bushy Island.- -I wouldn't mind being out myself, - said Ned Chapman, -but we have important business to transact to-night, Randy, and I think it would be wiser to let boating go for once. I have everything planned out in ship shape fashion, and it only wants the seal of approval from you and Clayton.