“Oh, who cares what you think?” interrupted a lad. “Don’t give us any false information.”
“Get ready boys!” cried Bean again. “The college cheer when they get opposite the old boathouse, and then the ‘Conquer or Die’ song. We’ve got to pull ’em on!”
All was excitement. A hundred voices mingled in expressions of hopes and fears. The rival college cheers blended into one riotous conglomeration of sound. The three shells were sweeping on to victory—victory for just one!
“Oh, Madge!” cried Ruth. “I daren’t look. Here, you take the field glasses, and tell me who’s ahead.”
Her own college colors slipped from her dress unheeded, and there was disclosed the tiny knot of Randall’s maroon and yellow.
“Ruth!” expostulated Mabel, as she pointed to the traitorous hues.
“I don’t care!” replied Ruth, as her hand went to where her restored brooch was at her throat.
“Who’s ahead?” demanded Helen Newton, as Madge peered through the glasses.
“Fairview!”