"Hurrah! That's the way to do it!" yelled Flockley in delight. "Even money on the green boat!"
"Take you," answered Spud Jackson promptly. "How much?"
"A fiver."
"All right."
"Steady, Tom," cautioned Dick. "Now, then. Ready?"
"Yes."
"Then bend to it. One, two, three, four."
Again the Rover boys went at the rowing with a will, increasing their stroke until it was six to the minute more than that of Koswell and Larkspur. The latter were frantic, and tried to do likewise, but found it impossible. Inch by inch the Rovers' craft went ahead. Now it was half a length, then a length, then two lengths.
"Say, there is rowing for you!" was the comment of a senior. "Just look at them bend to it!"
"Yes, and look at the quick recovery," added another fourth-year student.
From two lengths the Rovers went three lengths ahead. Then Koswell missed a stroke, and tumbled up against Larkspur.
"Hi! What are you doing?" spluttered Larkspur in disgust.
