“That’s the way to do it, boys!”
“The race is ours!”
But this last remark a moment later was seen to be premature, for with a mighty effort Longley increased its stroke and slowly but surely came up to the Colby shell and then with equal sureness passed it.
“Longley is ahead!”
“Stick to the front, boys! Don’t let ’em catch you!”
These and numerous other cries came from the supporters of the academy from across the lake. Thus encouraged, Longley kept forging ahead until a distance of at least a hundred feet separated them from Colby.
“Oh, dear!” moaned May. “We’re going to lose this race too!”
“Perhaps not,” answered Ruth Stevenson hopefully.
“Gee! why don’t our boys get a move on?” whispered Fred to Jack. The two young officers were side by side and the face of each showed his intense anxiety.