“Now remember, boys, this is a friendly competition,” Mr. Hatfield warned. “No straining to win. Just take it in your stride.”
Fred selected a paddle, his heart thumping. The Den 2 boys were being very decent. Both Midge and Mack had assured him that it didn’t matter whether or not the race was lost. But he knew better!
Den 2, especially Dan and Brad, had worked like beavers in the hope of winning the silver plaque.
Now, despite very bad luck, the score stood 33 to 36!
According to the rules, ten points would be awarded the two-man team which won the canoe race. None were to be given for second place.
So, as it stacked up, the silver plaque and Den 2’s honor depended upon winning the competition.
But no one knew better than Fred how hopeless was the prospect. Ross Langdon and another powerfully built Cub, Donald Fall, were to represent Den 1.
The boy watched them as they warmed up a bit, dipping their paddles in perfect unison.
He and Midge could not hope to coordinate their movements, for they never had practiced together. Always it had been taken for granted that if for any reason Dan could not compete, the team would be comprised of Midge and Brad.
“Don’t look so worried, son,” Mr. Hatfield said, slapping him on the shoulders. “This race is only for fun, you know. Win or lose, just do your best.”