"That's treason!" declared Jack.
"Well, we can train, for one thing," said Ward, "and I'm in favor of it. We can be careful of what we eat, and from now on we ought to do some other practice work besides rowing. I'm in for any kind of gym work, or cross-country running to improve our wind."
"I'm with you!" cried Andy, and the rest agreed.
"We ought to have a coach," declared Jack.
"Maybe we could get old Wallace," said Ward eagerly.
"Who's old Wallace?" asked Frank.
"I don't wonder you ask, even though you've been here some weeks," said Ward. "He's a fellow who's taking a post-graduate course and he's such a grind that no one except the professors ever sees him. He used to be an oarsman and I understand he knows a lot about the game."
"The very thing—if we can get him!" cried Andy.
"I'll try," volunteered Ward. "I've done some favors for him, and he and I are quite friendly."
It was agreed that Ward should try, and this gave the crew something else to talk about. They adopted a schedule for a training table, for they all knew the value of proper food and the need of abstaining from that which was harmful. They would have to be their own masters, as there was no such thing as a training table at Riverview.