"'Tis a thrifle betther," replied Gerald. "Av ye do as well to-morrow,
mebbe we won't be disgraced intirely, Oi dunno."
"Come now, Gerald," pleaded Jack, "tell us how we are doing?"
"Shure, Oi don't want to discourage ye intirely," replied Gerald,
"but ye didn't do any betther than three minutes in the lasht
moile."
"Three minutes!" shouted Don; "did we do it in that?"
"Hurrah!" cried Jack; "we'll be in it yet."
"In what?" asked Dick.
"In the water," chuckled Jack.
"You will be," retorted Donald, "if you spring anything like that
on us again."
"That reminds me--" began Dick.
"What does?" asked Donald.
"What is the matter, Gerald?" broke in Rand, as the coxswain, with
a sudden exclamation, threw the rudder hard down and called:
"Up oars, all!"
The boys raised their oars just in time as the shell grazed the
stern of a heavy skiff, which a boy, who was rowing, had stopped
just in the course of the shell.
"Hey, there!" shouted Rand as the boats swept apart: "what are you
trying to do, run us down?"
"What are you trying to do, yourself?" retorted a man, who was
sitting in the stern of the skiff.
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