“They’re going to get dinner over here, you know,” said George. “That’ll give us something to do.”
“Just think of it,” exclaimed John. “Won’t we be hungry that day? The swimming and canoe races and the tilting contests all in the morning and then food. You’ll have to cook a lot, Grant.”
“I realize that,” said Grant grimly. “I guess we can feed them though.”
“Suppose we’re all even at the end of the morning,” exclaimed George. “That would certainly make the sailing race exciting, wouldn’t it?”
“It sure would,” Fred agreed. “We’ll have plenty of time to sail it too, Grant. All afternoon ought to be long enough.”
“That’s right,” said Grant. “Yes, I hope we can get around twice in one afternoon.”
“This canoe race is what’s bothering me,” exclaimed George. “That’ll take it out of us all right. It’s hard work paddling and as long as Fred and I aren’t the first team I wonder if it wouldn’t be better if we didn’t go in it at all. If we were fresh for the swimming race that might increase our chances.”
“I know,” said Grant, “but it seems to me that every fellow ought to be in every event.”
“But look here,” George objected. “You and String are a much better pair than Fred and I. You simply walk away from us every time; we can’t possibly beat you so what’s the use?”
“You might get second, and that one point might win for us.”