About fifteen minutes later Frank found himself lying on a couch in the room of the 'Varsity swimming team, with several anxious faces looking down at him, among them that of Hopkins.
"What's the matter?" he asked in a bewildered way.
"Nothing, 'cepting you drowned yourself," said Captain Wilson, "dead as a door nail."
"Did I finish?" he asked very weakly.
"You certainly did, you finished the race and yourself at the same time. Two of us had to go to the bottom for you," said the Captain. "You sank like a stone."
"That's where I went to sleep, then?"
"I guess so, you had us scared, I tell you."
"You gave me a great race, Armstrong," said Hopkins, "one of the hardest I ever had. It wasn't record time, but it was as fast as the two-twenty is generally done. I only won by a few inches, and mighty lucky to get it at that," admitted the Canadian generously.
"If I made you work, I'm satisfied," said Frank weakly. "I hadn't a ghost of a chance to win, but I set out to make you work for your victory."
"And you did," returned Hopkins laughing.