"I don't know that I can trim him," said Frank, "but I'll try, if I get a chance. I'm not going to tip my cap to him, or to any of the juniors."
"There'll be a row," predicted Ward.
"Let it come," said Andy easily. "We like trouble; eh, Frank?"
"Sure, if it comes our way we're not going to dodge it. But how does it come that such a 'sport,' as I have no doubt this Welter thinks himself to be, attends here at such a run-down school as Riverview?"
"He was expelled from Waterside," explained Jack, "and he came here. He's an example of a big fish in a little puddle. He has plenty of money and he lords it over most of the fellows. I guess that's why he stays on. He likes the power he has."
"Well, he's not going to boss me, even if he is a junior," declared the elder Racer lad. "I'm willing to conform to the usual unwritten rules of a school, but not for such fellows as Welter. Now come on, and we'll see if we can't find something to row."
But Frank was not destined to get on the water that day. As he and his companions were nearing the stream Andy uttered an exclamation.
"Look who's here!" he said to his brother. Glancing to where he pointed Frank saw approaching two girls. One was a stranger to him but he quickly recognized the other as Miss Gertrude Morton.
"Do you know 'em?" asked Jack quickly.
"One," answered Frank.