A shout came from the shore.
“The race has begun!” exclaimed Arnold.
Snodgrass did not pause to say a word, but made a break for the shore.
CHAPTER XXXIX.
VICTORY OF THE STROKE.
The race was on! Down the lake they came, the freshmen and sophomores neck and neck. The great crowd shouted and cheered. Colors waved everywhere.
It was a beautiful sight to see those rival crews, their broad backs bending in perfect unison, their strong arms extended and drawn back with the muscular heave that was regular as clockwork. The dripping oar-blades flashed in the sunshine.
Who is the coxswain in the freshman boat? Everybody is anxious to know. It’s not a little fellow. Why, it’s a man as large as Knight! Look closer![closer!]
“Great mavericks!” muttered Berlin Carson. “Am I dreaming? Why, that is——”
“I thought you said Knight had disappeared!” rumbled Browning. “Who gave you that fairy-story?”
“That is Knight in the stern of the freshman boat, sah,” put in Hock Mason.