"Oh, I had a little run-in with Luke Moss, Welter's crony. He threatened to punch my head."
"I'd like to see him try it," said Frank half-savagely. "Well, I've got to do some studying."
Quite a crowd assembled at the river's edge the next day to see the repaired shell put in the water. Word had gone round that there might eventually be a race with Waterside and the boys were all anxious to see Frank and his chums in the try-out.
"Jove! It doesn't seem possible that old Riverview is really going to be represented in athletics at last," remarked a senior.
"Oh, it will be a hot representation if the Racer boys are in it," sneered Welter, but no one paid much attention to him.
"Look out how you get in her," advised Frank, when he had taken his place in the frail shell. "Don't upset her."
"It's so long since I rowed in one that I've almost forgotten how," returned Jack.
"Oh, well, it will come back to you," declared Andy.
They were soon out in the stream, pulling well together, but slowly. There was a cheer from the little group of schoolboys. Somewhat distant from them stood two youths. They were Gerald Welter and his crony.
"I suppose those Racer lads and the other two think they are the whole cheese," sneered Luke.