“I did. I told her worse than that, but she just laughed at me.”
“You and I are losing our authority now that we’re going to leave so soon,” said Chub, sadly. “Dick’s the only one she will listen to, nowadays.” Dick smiled.
“You fellows ought to know by this time,” he said, “that it isn’t any use trying to dictate to Harry. If you want her to do anything very much you’d much better ask it as a favor.”
“Your wisdom is something uncanny,” replied Chub. “You’d better soak your head or you’ll have a sunstroke or something. You needn’t worry about Harry, though; you can’t hurt her.”
The others received this in silence. Roy looked up the river toward the starting-point of the race almost two miles distant. But the glare made it impossible to discern even the little gathering of boats, and he turned away blinking.
“Just think,” said Chub presently, “in another week we three fellows will be scattered to the four winds of heaven.”
“Now whose head needs soaking?” asked Dick. “‘Four winds of heaven!’ My, but you are poetical!”
“I don’t just see how we’re going to manage that,” Roy laughed. “How can three fellows be distributed over four winds?”
“Oh, you run away and play,” answered Chub, good-naturedly. “You know what I mean.”
“It isn’t so bad for you fellows,” said Dick mournfully. “You’ll see each other again at college in the fall; but I’ll be here all alone.”