But you won't have the wind for the race unless you quit cigarettes, and quit them immediately." Harry was still silent, but his head was lower and he was biting his lips.

The cigarette in his fingers had quite gone out.
"Come now, Harry," came earnestly from Frank.

"Just cut clear from the things.

They never did any man any good, and they have taken the wind and nerve out of hundreds.

You don't want me to keep you on the crew and lose the race by doing so.