Word came that the Boxer Hall and Fairview varsity crews in the different shells were doing hard work. They had the advantage of not having to pick new and somewhat green crews. But the spirit of Randall was not affected by this.
“Now, boys!” exclaimed Mr. Lighton one afternoon, when the two eights had gone out for a practice race. “I want you to do your best. Row hard! Try to imagine you’re in a race. Row hard, everybody!”
“There may be a race if those fellows will consent to a brush with us,” said Bricktop to Frank, as he looked down the river and saw the Boxer Hall eight approaching. “I wonder if we can chance it—to see which of our boats would win.”
“I guess so,” assented Frank.
“Silence in the boat!” cried Coxswain Jackson. “Save your breath to row with!”
“Sure he’s getting to be a regular fussing martinet!” declared Bricktop, with a smile.
“Silence in the boat!” commanded Jerry again, and he meant it. Meanwhile the Boxer Hall eight came sweeping on. Would she give Randall an impromptu race?