"Well, they've always been our rivals," explained Jack. "There is considerable jealous feeling I guess, just as there is between us and Milton Academy. That's another school farther up the river. You see we used to play both of them on the diamond and gridiron, as well as race them on the river. But of late years there has been nothing of that sort."
"It ought to be changed," declared Frank, and, though the others agreed with him, they saw no way of bringing it about.
"Well, it's getting late and we'd better be getting back to school," said Jack, after a pause. "I should think you'd want to change your togs, Frank."
"I do. I'm a pretty looking sight, I guess. Come on."
As Frank was going to his room, he met in the corridor Professor Callum. The crabbed instructor looked at the wet figure, scowled and rasped out:
"Well, what have you been doing? Falling in the river?"
"I went in to save a lad who had a cramp," explained Frank.
"Humph! Well I want to tell you one thing, Mr. Racer. I don't allow students to dirty up this dormitory. I'm in charge I'd have you know, and the next time you get wet change your clothes before you come in here. We can't be paying janitors to clean after you boys all the while."
Frank said nothing, but kept on to his room.
"Nice pleasant sort of a man; isn't he?" observed Andy grimly.