"Demoralized it, you mean," said Frank. "Mother, give me another piece of that shortcake. My, but it tastes good after so much training table."
Training hours were broken that night, and for several nights to come, for the boys played with as much vigor as they worked. But Frank did not neglect his physical training. Swims at Seawall, where our friends foregathered for the first time several years before, rowing, and walks in the country, kept him in trim for the work which was to come.
CHAPTER XI. A VOYAGE TO LONDON.
Ten days after the trials at Cambridge, Frank, with the Codfish at his side, stood on the promenade deck of the great White Star liner Olympic, and waved good-by to his friends on the dock as the big boat moved slowly out into North River.
"Bring back their scalps, you Indians," shouted someone.
"Don't let the Johnny Bulls get your goats, you Yaleses!"
"Show them how they do it in Yankeeland, Harvard!"
To all of which the outgoing athletes, in a little group apart from the rest of the passengers, smiled and waved hands in acknowledgment.