“I’m another!”
The boys of Blue Cove Academy were aroused.
“Easy, fellows,” advised Spencer. “We must row with Alexandria. If not, with whom can we row?”
“Bristol Academy,” suggested one.
Kent shook his head.
“It won’t do,” he declared. “Bristol is not in our class. And everybody would say we were afraid to meet Alexandria. If there was another crew——”
Diamond struck Frank a slap on the shoulder.
“By Jove, Merry!” he cried; “we can turn out a crew ourselves. If we can get into this race, why not do so? Blue Cove Academy against the Yale Combine. That should be a better race than the other. It would attract more attention.”
The Blue Cove boys were interested immediately.
“What do you mean?” asked Bob Dean. “How could you row against us? Where is your crew?”