"We've got to do a lot of hard work tomorrow, and on Saturday morning," Dave added. "I doubt if we yet paddle anywhere near the Preston High School performance."
"We'll work hard to-morrow," Dick agreed, "but after that we will have to be satisfied with what we've done. Saturday morning we don't want to do any hard work. Just enough exercise to keep our muscles supple for the real fray of the afternoon."
"We ought to stay out longer now," urged Hazelton.
"Do you fellows think so?" asked Dick thoughtfully. "It seems to me that we've done enough hard canoe work for to-day. We don't want to go stale from too much training."
"But we can't—-we mustn't lose the race on Saturday," almost groaned Dave Darrin.
"Then we'll do better not to overtrain," said Dick quietly. "Unless
I hear a big kick I'm going to turn the canoe toward our camp."
There was no objection, though some of the members of Dick & Co. frowned slightly. They had great confidence in Dick's judgment, yet he seemed to them over cautious in training.
"I wish it were Saturday night," murmured Tom Reade, lying on the grass full length, after they had landed.
"So that you'd know how it feels to be licked and to have your school licked, too?" inquired Danny Grin.
"Stop that talk!" ordered Tom gruffly. "We're not going to be beaten. We'd hardly dare show our faces again in Gridley if Preston High School took us into camp."