CHAPTER XXXV
THE EIGHT-OARED VICTORS
"Here they come, boys! Get ready!" yelled Bean Perkins, wildly waving his megaphone. "Here they come!"
"Oh wow!" shouted Joe Jackson. "For the love of Cæsar tell us who's ahead."
"It's hard to see from here. But I think"
"Oh, who cares what you think?" interrupted a lad. "Don't give us any false information."
"Get ready boys!" cried Bean again. "The college cheer when they get opposite the old boathouse, and then the 'Conquer or Die' song. We've got to pull 'em on!"
All was excitement. A hundred voices mingled in expressions of hopes and fears. The rival college cheers blended into one riotous conglomeration of sound. The three shells were sweeping on to victory—victory for just one!
"Oh, Madge!" cried Ruth. "I daren't look. Here, you take the field glasses, and tell me who's ahead."
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