In fact the boats had only been in the water since that morning, a committee of the rowing association superintending their removal from the freight station on trucks.
The letter announcing that they were on their way had been received some little time before, and the advent of the rowing craft was eagerly waited. Then had come a simple ceremony, when a committee of the presenting graduates had formally turned over the boathouse and outfit to Randall College.
“Well, we’ll have to organize soon, pick out a coxswain and captain, and arrange for hard training,” said Tom.
“Yes, there isn’t much time between now and the football season,” agreed Frank. “Boxer Hall and Fairview will want to wind up the rowing game as early as they can. It’s been a double drill for them, since they raced in the Spring. Next Spring we’ll get in the game with them.”
“Here comes Mr. Lighton,” suggested Sid. “Maybe he’ll have something to say,” and he indicated the coach coming down toward the boathouse.
“Well, boys, how do you like them?” asked Mr. Lighton, as he indicated the new craft.
“Swell!”
“Peachy!”
“Pippy!”
These were only a sample of the many expressions of approval.