“The new shell—I mean the second-hand eight—the boat we’re going to do our practice in! I just got word from the freight office that it’s there. Let’s get a truck, and have it carted to the river. I’m crazy to get in and go for a row!”
“Hurray! That’s the stuff!” cried Tom. “Come on, everybody!” and he led the way, the others following.
[CHAPTER VII]
THE FIRST TRIAL
“Well, now we have it, what shall we do with it?”
“Say, but it’s a frail thing all right!”
“Looks as if one good stroke would split it in two.”
“And that will hold eight men!”
“Nine, counting the coxswain, you gump! Didn’t you ever see an eight-oared shell before?”