represent Randall, Dutch being the only regular rower who dared to brave the laughter of the crowd.
"Why shouldn't I?" he demanded, when questioned. "It'll be fun, and it will keep me from thinking of the big race. Besides, I think it will be good exercise, and I'm heavy enough to weight my tub down in the water, and that's a point. It won't turn so easily."
"Well, don't strain yourself, that's all," counseled Mr. Lighton. "We don't want any slip-up in the eight-oared race just because you want some fun."
"Oh, sure, I'll be careful!" promised Dutch, making a playful grab for Sid, who jumped back, thereby nearly upsetting an elderly gentleman who was sitting near the edge of the balcony to see the sports.
"Careful! Careful!" he exclaimed testily.
"Look out what you're doing, Dutch!" warned Tom. "He's one of the committee that gave us this rowing outfit. He'll get you down on his bad books if you don't look out."
"Just my luck!" cried Dutch, ruefully.
"Tub racers this way!" cried the starter. "Lively now!"
With but a single paddle to propel them on, the six lads, amid much laughter, took their places in the tubs. They were to paddle to a stake boat,
