"Mind the coxswain of the Zephyr," added Tony, "and let them be all
together and with a will."

"Hats off, and swing them as you cheer."

The cheers were given with all the vigor which stout lungs could impart,
and the flags waved and the hats swung.

The salute was reiterated from the shore, and above the martial strains
of the band rose the deafening hurrahs.

"Ready--pull!" and the boats resumed their slow and measured stroke, and
the band changed the tune to the Canadian Boat Song.

When they reached the judges' boat, the two coxswains drew lots for the
choice of "position," and the Butterfly obtained this advantage. The two
boats then took their places, side by side, about two rods apart, ready
to commence the race.

"Tony," said Frank, rising, "before we start I have a word to say.
Whatever may be the result of the race, for myself and my crew, I pledge
you there shall be no hard feeling among the Zephyrs."

"No, no, no!" added the club, earnestly.

"If you beat, it shall not impair our friendship; there shall be no
envy, no ill-will. Do you all say so, Zephyrs?"

"Ay, ay!"