"Oh, aren't we the sure ones, though!" mocked Helen Newton.
"Wait until it's all over," advised Mabel Harrison.
"They're going to start!" suddenly cried Madge, as the three four-oared shells moved off down the stream.
"No, they're only going to the starting point," said Frank. "This is only a mile race, and they decided to row down to it instead of being towed, so as to get a little warm-up practice. I thought it would be a good thing for our crew to row down to the start, but Mr. Lighton says he has provided a launch for us, and the shell will be towed."
"I wish it was all over," murmured Tom.
"So do I," agreed Ruth, in a low voice.
"Come on now, boys! Another song!" demanded Bean Perkins, and the strains welled forth.
"Three cheers for Boxer Hall!" came the demand, and it was given with a will.
"Three big ones for Fairview!" called an adherent of that co-educational institution.
The four-oared crews, selected after much elimination work, were approaching their starting point. They were out of sight of those at the boathouse now, and it would be a little time before they appeared, rowing to the finish line.
The band began to play. There was gay
