It was only six inches, but enough, and though the boys
could scarce sit up, their fatigue was forgotten in the joy of the
unexpected victory.
"Tra-la-la," trilled Gerald on his bugle, but its notes were drowned
by the call of the leader of the Highpoints for three cheers for
the Uncas, which were given with a will by both the losing crews.
After cheering each other, until they were hoarse, the three crews
went their ways with an agreement to row another race later in the
season.
"That's one for the mascot," drawled Rand, when the boat had been
rowed to the landing, where the colonel, with Pepper and others,
were waiting for them.
"Well, boys," said the colonel, after he had congratulated them on
their victory, "you look as if you had been doing a day's work on
a farm."
"Well, I don't know," responded Rand. "It was hard work, but I think,
after all, I had rather be the man with the row than the man with
the hoe."
"That reminds me--" began Dick.
"It does, eh?" questioned Donald. "Well, I don't know why, I am
sure.
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