“I hope you will let our crew into this race,” said Frank. “It will add to the sport, even if you row Alexandria, which I think you had better do.”
“I will see that a meeting of the association is called immediately, and the matter shall be considered. I am for taking you in. If Alexandria kicks, let them stay out.”
Frank expressed his satisfaction if such arrangement could be made, and then went up to his room.
An hour later, the others of the Yale Combine arrived at the hotel, Diamond in the lead, and Hans Dunnerwust bringing up the rear, as usual.
At least a dozen of the Blue Cove Academy boys were on hand to greet the young bicyclists, who gave a cheer when they saw Frank come out of the hotel.
“Hurro!” shouted Barney. “Here we are Frankie, me b’y!”
“Yaw!” cried Hans; “here you vos, Vrankie, mein poy! You peen glat to seen us, ain’t id?”
“Gol darn my punkins!” drawled Ephraim Gallup; “but this here is a slick place, I snum!”
“Diamond tells us there is a chance for some sport here,” said Rattleton. “That’s what we’re looking for, you bet!”
Bruce groaned.