"Tra-la-la," trilled Gerald on his bugle, but its notes were drowned by the call of the leader of the Highpoints for three cheers for the Uncas, which were given with a will by both the losing crews.
After cheering each other, until they were hoarse, the three crews went their ways with an agreement to row another race later in the season.
"That's one for the mascot," drawled Rand, when the boat had been rowed to the landing, where the colonel, with Pepper and others, were waiting for them.
"Well, boys," said the colonel, after he had congratulated them on their victory, "you look as if you had been doing a day's work on a farm."
"Well, I don't know," responded Rand. "It was hard work, but I think, after all, I had rather be the man with the row than the man with the hoe."
"That reminds me—" began Dick.
"It does, eh?" questioned Donald. "Well, I don't know why, I am sure."
"That, speaking of roses—" went on Dick.
"Roses!" ejaculated Jack. "Who said anything about roses?"
"Well, talking about roses, anyhow—" continued Dick.