“Good for you, Harry!”
“What’s the matter, Jerry? You’re not doing as good as the day you beat Si Peters!”
“Hurry up, Gravling!”
“Pull for all you know how, Raymond!”
On and on came the four, their long blades flashing brightly in the sunshine. They were making fast time, and, no matter who won, the lake record was likely to be broken.
Half way down the homestretch, Harry still led, with Gravling but half a length behind him. A length further back came Raymond and Jerry, side by side.
But the terrific speed was now beginning to tell upon Raymond, and slowly but surely he fell behind, despite the urgings of his friends. Then Jerry set to work to overtake Gravling.
“See Jerry Upton crawling up!”
“Oh, but isn’t that a beautiful stroke!”
“Gravling can’t shake him off!”