“You can give the word whenever you’re ready, Chalmers.” “Oh, I’ll beat you,” said the bully confidently. “Yes, come on,” added Jack, a tall, good-looking, bronzed youth, who sat on the seat in the small boat, impatiently moving the oars slowly to and fro. “Think I haven’t anything to do except stay here and start this race? You challenged Jack, now go ahead and beat him – if you can.” “Aw, go on! Row if you’re going to!” exclaimed Sam. “It will, eh? Well, if I can get out of this boat – ” “It’ll take more than you to make me,” responded Nat boldly, for more than once he had come into conflict with Snaith and did not fear him. “You mind your own business, Anderson,” came from the bully, “or I’ll make you.” “Better send for your secretary to make sure,” said Nat Anderson, and at this there was a laugh from the students who had gathered to see the contest. “I guess I’m all ready now,” replied Dock, as he got on the center of the seat and adjusted the oars. “Now are you ready?” asked Sam again, as he stepped forward and raised the pistol, ready to fire the starting shot in a small race between Jack Ranger, one of the best-liked students at Washington Hall, and Dock Snaith, a bullying sort of chap, but who, in spite of his rather mean ways, had some friends.

“Hu! Think I can’t beat Jack Ranger?” replied Dock with a sneer as he began putting more oil on the oarlock sockets. “That’s what it does,” came from Nat Anderson. “It looks as if you didn’t want to go into this race after all your boasting.”

“Oh, you’re always fussing about something, Dock,” said Sam. “I want to put a little more oil on my oarlocks.” “I’m as ready as I ever shall be,” answered Jack Ranger, in reply to the question from Sam Chalmers.

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