[CHAPTER XIX]
DEFIES THE LAW
Dick strictly obeyed orders. He kept away from the river and contented himself with observing the progress of the crews through a pair of field-glasses from the study as long as the boats were down the river. When they passed up he went across the hall and called on Williams, always popping himself down on the window-seat and always remaining until the first or second boats had once more returned down stream. Williams informed him dryly that he was honored by his visits, but not greatly interested in his conversation, which consisted upon such occasions of monosyllabic replies, usually made with his head half a yard out the window. As far as not thinking of rowing was concerned, it was a downright impossibility; but he did try not to talk about it, and was assisted by Trevor.
“How’d it go to-day?” Dick would ask with elaborate carelessness.
“Don’t know,” Trevor would grunt.
“Do you think Milton did better?”
“Can’t say.”
“I noticed you rowed about thirty-four going up.”
“Did we?”
“Did you? Don’t you know you did? Don’t you know anything?” Dick would exclaim in disgust.