There was no loud talk, no jesting; even Fred Harper looked thoughtful and serious.

Each member seemed to feel the responsibility of winning the race resting like a heavy burden upon his shoulders.
The boat was hauled out into the lake, and once more Frank cautioned them to keep cool and obey orders.
"Don't look at the Butterfly after we get started," said he.

"You must permit me to keep watch of her.

Keep both eyes on me, and think only of having your stroke perfectly accurate, perfectly in time with the others.

Now, remember, don't look at the Butterfly; if you do, we shall lose the race.