to work pretty hard over our studies and some times a fellow doesn't feel like drilling, but has to do it all the same."
It can truly be said that the Flapp crowd were much disappointed over the results of the day's contests. Only two events had been won—a boat race of small importance and the race in which Lew Flapp had come off victor, and the latter victory was dimmed by the knowledge that Sam Rover had cut down Flapp's time over the course by eight seconds.
"We may as well sell out and go home," said Pender, in deep disgust.
"But we can't go home," returned Rockley. "We've got to stay right here and take all the taunts that come along."
"Nobody shall taunt me," cried Jackson. "If they try it I'll punch somebody's nose."
"And to think we lost our money, too," said Ben Hurdy, after a pause. "That's what makes me sick."
"Reckon you didn't lose much," said Lew Flapp, with a sickly grin.
"I lost all I had, and that's enough."
"Who won it?"
"Hans Mueller. That crazy Dutch boy was yelling for Tom Rover and I took him up."
The Flapp crowd did not feel like mingling
