CHAPTER IX.
LITTLE PAUL.
"You have won the race, Frank, and I congratulate you," said Tony Weston, as the Butterfly came alongside the Zephyr.
"Thank you, Tony; that is noble and generous," replied Frank.
"But it is the feeling in our club--isn't it, fellows ?" "Ay, ay, that it is!" shouted Little Paul.

"Let us give them three cheers, to show the folks on shore that there are no hard feelings." The cheers were given lustily--at least, as lustily as the exhausted condition of the Butterflies would permit.

Each member of the defeated club seemed to feel it his duty to banish even the semblance of envy; and it was pleasant to observe how admirably they succeeded.
I do not wish my young readers to suppose that Tony's crew felt no disappointment at the result; only that there were no hard feelings, no petty jealousy.

They had confidently expected to win the race, even up to the last quarter of a mile of the course; and to have that hope suddenly dashed down, to be beaten when they felt sure of being the victors, was regarded as no trivial misfortune.

But so thoroughly had Tony schooled them in the necessity of keeping down any ill will, that I am sure there was not a hard feeling in the club.