"Oh, what's the use?" wearily demanded Andy. "We belong to a dub school, even if we aren't dubs ourselves. There's no use denying it—Riverview is on the fritz and we know it. Everybody else knows it too. I feel like quitting. I'm going to write to dad to-night, and tell him all about it." Clearly the recent happening had taken the spunk out of Andy.
"Look here!" exclaimed Frank vigorously. "There never yet was a Racer who was a quitter, and you're not going to begin. I said we'd stick it out, and we will. We won't give up just because those fellows laughed at us. They'd have some excuse for calling us dubs then. No, sir, we'll stick it out, and if there's any possible way of it I'm going to row those Waterside fellows and beat 'em, too!"
"It isn't possible, Frank."
"I don't care, I'm going to stick, just the same."
"Well, there's some excuse for you."
"What do you mean?"
"I mean that you are older than I am, and you've made more friends already."
"More? Why you've got as many friends as I have."
"There's Miss Morton, and——"
"Oh, cut it out. Is that what's eating you? Say, I thought you looked a bit down in the gills. Now look here, she's got a friend, Miss Knox, and I'll introduce you to her."