"Shure, they can't bate us
more thin foor miles."
"But we only row three," put in Jack.
"Thin it's a safe bet," went on Gerald, "Aven Don might bet on
that."
"What's that?" asked Donald.
"That they won't bate us more than foor miles," replied Gerald.
"In my opinion," began Donald, "'tis no good accepting, for we have
no boat, and if we did we have no time for practice, and---"
"Can't you think of a few more while you are at it," laughed Rand.
"As for a boat we can get the use of the old shell of the Creston
Club."
"And we no have any crew to speak of," continued Donald.
"That's easily got over," went on Rand. "There is Jack, Dick and
you and I for the crew, with Gerald for coxswain."
"And where do I come in?" questioned Pepper.
"You don't come in," answered Gerald. "You stand on the bank and
root for us."
"Root!" cried Pepper; "what do you think I am--a pig?"
"That reminds me--" broke in Dick.
"No it don't," objected Donald; "we have no time to listen to your
anecdotes."
"Do you think we have any chance against them?" asked Jack.
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