"
"How are we going?" asked Rand.
"Almost as fasht as Oi c'ud walk," replied Gerald in his richest
brogue. "Av ye hit it up a bit mebbe ye c'ud be in toime to see
the ind av it to-morrow, Oi dunno."
"But truly, Geraid," asked Donald, "how are we doing?"
"As weil as c'ud be ixpected av a lot of farmers," replied the
irrepressible Gerald. "Ye moight do worse, Oi dunno. Mebbe av ye
tho't ye were hoeing potatoes ye c'ud do betther. Can't ye hit up
a bit?"
"I guess we can; a little," replied Rand, who was rowing stroke,
slightly increasing his effort. "How is that?"
"Betther," responded the other, and the boat shot ahead a little
faster.
The Uncas crew were out for a final spin over the course before the
race, which had been set for the following day. Beside the Uncas
and the Highpoint, the Alton, from farther up the river, had also
entered. It was not thought, even by their friends, that the Uncas
had much chance against the others, whose crews, particularly the
Alton's, were much heavier and stronger.
"Is that better?" asked Rand, after they had rowed a short time.
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