“I knew you did. You didn’t think I was fit for it. I didn’t blame you.”
“Nonsense! I wanted you for the crew captain next year. I took long odds, and I couldn’t explain because I couldn’t be sure you’d make good. At one time I thought you never would.”
Roger gave a laugh of contentment. “I was an awful dub at first. Wilmot wanted to fire me out of the pair-oar.”
“And I wouldn’t let him,” said Pete, complacently. “I thought you had the stuff in you, if we could only bring it out. Next year you’ll be first lord of the school, and I shall be lost among six hundred freshmen.”
“Lost!” echoed Roger, derisively. “Anybody can find you easy enough, if he’ll only search the freshman boat. Your seat will be down somewhere near the stern.”
THE END.
- Transcriber’s Notes:
- Missing or obscured punctuation was corrected.
- Unbalanced quotation marks were left as the author intended.
- Typographical errors were silently corrected.
- Inconsistent spelling and hyphenation were only made consistent when a predominant form was found in this book: e.g. “practice” and “programe.”