“That’s right!” murmured Frank, as he took a tighter grip on his oar.
The two eights were now on even terms. Mr. Lighton, with a final nod of encouragement, steered his craft out of the way.
“Give way, boys!” cried Jerry, as he grasped the tiller lines.
“Show ’em how we row, even if Boxer Hall did beat us!” called Roger.
With eager strokes the lads took up the race, and, though it was but a friendly brush it meant more to Randall than any realized, save those thinly-clad lads in the shell. It was their first chance to see what they could do against a formidable rival.
[CHAPTER XIII]
THE LONG VACATION
“Come on now, fellows! Hit her up!” exclaimed Jerry Jackson, in a low voice.