lows! May the best crew win then. Hurrah for everybody!" they shouted.
Gradually the immense crowd began to disperse. The cars going to Bellport were loaded to their full capacity, although the company had brought out every sort of means of transportation to meet the enormous demand.
Vehicles filled the road leading north; while the surface of the river was dotted with various types of boats, most of them heading toward home.
An hour later and Columbia had begun to assume normal conditions. The magnificent race, and its startling conclusion, was sure to be the theme at every dinner table that day.
Jonsey had recovered, but he was broken-hearted because his collapse had robbed his team of the victory that had seemed assured.
"Never again in a long race like that for me. I could stand two miles, or even three, but four was too much!" he declared, dolefully, as his mates rubbed him briskly in the boathouse while they were taking a shower and dressing.
Frank had already spoken to "Ginger" Harper, the member of the four-oared crew whose work and stamina he had admired; and secured his ready promise to take the place of Jonsey in the next race.
"With you on deck we'll just walk away with the cup, sure," he had said, shaking the hand of the new
