tice, pending the arrival of the new ones in the Fall.
Another committee was named to negotiate with Boxer Hall and Fairview Institute, looking to planning for the races in the Fall.
"If they won't meet us then, we'll have to wait until next Spring," said Frank Simpson.
"Oh, I guess they're sports enough to give us a race this Fall," declared Tom. "We'll try, anyhow."
It was now June and the weather, after the long rain, was perfect. Within a few days Boxer Hall and Falrvlew would meet in their annual water carnival, swimming as well as boat races, and, as some of the Randall boys had entered in the swimming contests, it was planned to send a big delegation from that college to the meet.
"We can get a line on their rowing that way," said Sid, and the others agreed with him.
Meanwhile the flooded river was subsiding, and a few days after their visit to the girls, our four friends went out for a row again. In the meanwhile they had secured some books on the subject of sculling, and, as they went down stream, they endeavored to correct their faults.
But, as is always the case when you try to do something opposite to the way you have learned it, whether that way be good or bad, there was trouble.
