Frank received a note from Gertrude the next day stating that the court proceedings had been started, but that Mr. Bolton had secured an adjournment.
"So there is no immediate danger," the girl wrote. "My mother and I cannot thank you enough for what you and your father have done for us."
Frank felt a warm glow about the region of his heart, and he carefully put the letter away among some cherished possessions, including an old baseball catching glove.
"Well, how soon do you think Waterside will answer?" asked Jack Sanderson a few days later, when, as yet, no reply had been received to the challenge.
"Oh, it can't be long now," answered Frank, as he helped to lift the shell into the water. "We ought to hear to-day or to-morrow."
Before the crew could row off a messenger from the school came hurrying down to the river bank. In his hand he held a letter.
"This just came!" he panted. "Special delivery. It's for Frank Racer."
"Let's have it!" cried the young captain. "Maybe it's from dad."
Hurriedly he read the few lines. His face went white and then flushed a dull red.
"Well, of all the insults!" he muttered.