“I’m almost glad that I couldn’t play on that nine,” he said one evening as he brought in his books; “they’re a terribly poor lot, and Stover doesn’t get anything out of ’em. Think of Newbury beating them twelve to two the other day!”
“They may brace up near the second game,” suggested Roger.
Dunn shook his head; “No, they won’t. It isn’t in ’em. Did you see Smithy leading the cheering at the game? He was wild to beat!’
“If they can win the baseball and the crew now, they can get along without the football.”
“Oh, they won’t win the crew,” declared Dunn, “we’ll have ’em there.”
“Lanning says they’re going to,” said Roger. “He coaches Newbury.”
Dunn considered a moment. “I don’t see how Pitkin can be strong enough to row a hard race. He’s bow on the first, isn’t he?”
“Yes, and he rows well, too.”
“You ought to be there. You could stand the pace.”
Roger laughed. “I can’t even make the second. A little while ago Wilmot wanted to kick me off the pair-oar.”