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116 their boathouse when the rowers saw approaching around the bend of the stream the Falrview eight, swinging along at a good pace. Instantly there came into the minds of all the same thought. Mr. Lighton who was alongside, must have realized it, for he called out:

"I won't mind if you have a brush with them, if they're willing. But don't get too excited or anxious over it."

"Ready!" called Jerry Jackson.

Not get excited! As well tell a racehorse not to gallop when he hears the pit-pat of hoofs behind him. The hearts of all quickened.

On came the Fairview eight out for a final practice spin. Their season was over, but they were keeping in training for the races in the Fall.

"Want a brush?" asked Jerry of Roger Barns, who was coxswain.

"Sure!" came the reply. "And we'll give you a start."

"We don't want it!" snapped Tom. "Even terms or nothing!"

"That's right! " murmured Frank, as he took a tighter grip on his oar.

The two eights were now on even terms. Mr. Lighton, with a final nod of encouragement, steered his craft out of the way.

"Give way, boys!" cried Jerry, as he grasped the tiller lines.