There was no disguising the fact that Koswell and Larkspur were good oarsmen, and what was equally important, they had done much practicing together.

On the other hand, while Dick and Tom could row well, they had pulled together but twice since coming to Brill.
"You've got your work cut out for you!" shouted Songbird.

"But never mind.

Go in and win!" For the first quarter of a mile the two row-boats kept close together.
Occasionally one would forge ahead a few inches, but the other would speedily overtake it.

Then, however, the Rover boys settled down to a strong, steady stroke, and forged a full length ahead.
"See! see! The Rovers are winning!" shouted Max in delight.
"That's the way to do it!" cried Stanley, "Keep it up! You're doing nobly!" "Show 'em the way home!" added Songbird.
"Pull, Jerry! Pull!, Bart!" screamed Dudd Flockley to his cronies.
"Don't let them beat you!" Before long the island was reached, and the Rovers rounded it a length and a half ahead.