"I know one thing," said Ward quietly, "and that is that my feet are wet."
"Isn't that leak stopped up yet?" asked Frank in disappointed tones. "We'll have to put some more daub on it. Let's do it right away before we forget it." They set to work over the patched-up shell, surrounded by a curious and admiring group of their companions.
"When are you going to challenge Waterside?" asked one lad.
"Oh, it's time enough to think of that," said Frank with a laugh.
"And then I suppose you'll tackle Milton Academy," suggested another. "They have a good crew in their four-oared shell."
"Say, we've got to creep before we can row the other schools," replied the elder Racer lad. "But if it's at all possible we'll challenge both crews. There's no reason why Riverview shouldn't get back in the game the same as she used to be."
"That's the way to talk!" cried several.
"I wish you'd get a football eleven started," spoke Jake Wilson. "Our boys are beginning to wake up."
"Perhaps we'll get at that after the rowing season ends," said Andy. "There's a good gridiron here, but it needs fixing up."
"So do the grandstands and dressing rooms," spoke one lad, waving his hands toward the dilapidated structures. "We can't accommodate a crowd on those seats."