“What a bully that Roy Bock was!” put in Jack. “Almost as bad as Baxter.”
“That’s so,” said Stuffer. “And that chap Grimes is about his equal. The Pornell students must be sick of that crowd.”
“Some of the Pornell students are nice enough,” was Dale’s comment.
“So they are!” said Emerald. “So they are! But not Bock—no, not Bock!”
“Well, what about this race, Dale?” questioned Jack.
“Roy Bock, Grimes, Gussie, and four others of their crowd want to race a crew of seven, composed of you, Pepper, Andy, Emerald, Stuffer, Henry Lee, and myself, and they want to race us for two miles.”
“When do they want to race?” asked Pepper, with interest.
“Next Saturday afternoon.”
“Humph; that’s rather short notice,” was Andy’s comment. “For all we know they may have been practicing on the rowing-machine in their gym.”
“Better put it off until the following Saturday,” said Jack.