“Hi! Hi! They’re down and out now,” shouted the excitable Englishman.
“It’s Benson,” cried John.
“He’s all crumpled up in a heap,” cried Babe in anguished tones. “Oh, he mustn’t give out now!”
SOMETHING HAD HAPPENED IN THE SECOND BOAT
Babbie Hildreth caught at the Englishman’s white umbrella for support—it happened to be the nearest thing she could reach—and leaning far forward waved her crimson streamer wildly.
“Billy! Billy Benson! Row for Harvard!” she cried in a shrill, strained voice.
“Benson! Harvard!” John and Mr. Dwight took up her cry.
The little Harvard coxswain who was pouring water on Billy’s white face turned his head at the cry, and Billy raised his inquiringly and then calmly slipped back into his place and caught his oar.
“Go it, fellows!” he panted, and the crew took up its stroke.