"Oh, I'm so sorry!" wailed Ward.
"Never mind!" exclaimed Frank quickly. "You couldn't help it. Save your breath for rowing. We're going to beat 'em yet!"
They swung around the stake boat and were off on the homeward course. But Waterside was two lengths ahead.
"Now we've got to increase our stroke!" murmured Frank. "Quicker, fellows!" he called.
The little accident had served them one good turn, it had given them an instant to get their breaths. Now with fierce energy the Riverview lads dipped their broad blades into the water.
Occasionally Frank, throwing a glance over his shoulder, noted the space of water that separated the shells. He fancied it was growing less. Or was it but a fancy?
"I'll catch them!" he thought. "We've got to!"
Along the bank he could see a few straggling spectators who could not find room opposite the finish line.
"We must be getting there," thought the captain. "More power, boys!" he called.
Riverview was rowing now as she had never rowed before. Arms were aching under the strain. Lungs were panting. Eyes could scarcely see, but the boys kept on.