"Cease—rowing!" said he. "Ready—up!"
The Butterfly came in scarcely an instant behind, and her oars were poised in air, like those of her rival.
A long and animating shout rang along the shore, when the result of the race was apparent, and the band struck up "See the conquering hero comes."
CHAPTER IX.
LITTLE PAUL.
"You have won the race, Frank, and I congratulate you," said Tony
Weston, as the Butterfly came alongside the Zephyr.
"Thank you, Tony; that is noble and generous," replied Frank.
"But it is the feeling in our club—isn't it, fellows?"
"Ay, ay, that it is!" shouted Little Paul. "Let us give them three cheers, to show the folks on shore that there are no hard feelings."
The cheers were given lustily—at least, as lustily as the exhausted condition of the Butterflies would permit. Each member of the defeated club seemed to feel it his duty to banish even the semblance of envy; and it was pleasant to observe how admirably they succeeded.