“Give way, then.”
Both bent to their oars and rowed their best. But it was not long before Herbert began to draw away from his antagonist. He had not had as much practice as James, but he was stronger in the arms, and had paid more attention to Cameron's instructions. He came in more than a dozen lengths ahead of his competitor.
“I've won the race, James,” he said, with a smile.
“You ought to,” said James, in a surly tone.
“I haven't had as much practice as you.”
“What if you haven't? You've got a new boat, while mine is old and clumsy.”
“If you think that makes any difference I'll row back with you, changing boats.”
“Agreed,” said James. But James brought up the rear at about the same distance.
“Beaten again,” said Herbert, pleased with his success.
“There's nothing to crow about,” said James, crossly. “Your boat is a good one but I'm not used to it.”