thing on the old tub has broken one time or another, from the old cups to the piston rings, and everything from the spark coil to the batteries has given out! Monotonous? I should say nixy!"
Yet the boys did practice. Frank grew desperate when a week had gone by without their getting into the shell, and he spoke to such advantage, dwelling on the necessity of keeping in condition, that the others agreed with him. So they left the girls to their own devices one morning, and rowed down to college.
They found quite a number of their chums there, and considerable practice was going on. Mr. Lighton had paid one of his flying visits and was giving the lads some instruction.
Our friends told him of Mr. Pierson's offer, and the coach said:
"You could not do better, boys, than to follow his advice. I wish we could get him to come to Randall in the Fall."
"Maybe he will," suggested Sid. "We'll ask him."
Mr. Lighton said he had word from Bricktop Molloy, and one or two of the others, that they were getting in some practice during the Summer vacation.
"I hope we have a good eight when college opens again," he concluded, as Tom and his chums rowed off in the four-oared shell.
