Rumor had it that Pierce had tried to enter Oxford, but had failed miserably. He always declared that the English climate did not agree with him.
The Randall eight was within a few miles of their boathouse when the rowers saw approaching around the bend of the stream the Fairview eight, swinging along at a good pace. Instantly there came into the minds of all the same thought.
Mr. Lighton who was alongside, must have realized it, for he called out:
“I won’t mind if you have a brush with them, if they’re willing. But don’t get too excited or anxious over it.”
“Ready!” called Jerry Jackson.
Not get excited! As well tell a racehorse not to gallop when he hears the pit-pat of hoofs behind him. The hearts of all quickened.
On came the Fairview eight out for a final practice spin. Their season was over, but they were keeping in training for the races in the Fall.
“Want a brush?” asked Jerry of Roger Barns, who was coxswain.
“Sure!” came the reply. “And we’ll give you a start.”
“We don’t want it!” snapped Tom. “Even terms or nothing!”