Perhaps they displayed more disinterestedness in their conduct after the race than they really felt.

If they did, it was no great harm, for their motives were good, and they were all struggling to feel what their words and their actions expressed.
"Zephyr, ahoy!" hailed Mr.Hyde, from the Sylph.
"Ay, ay, sir!" "The prize is ready for the winner." The oars were dropped into the water again, and the Zephyr pulled up to the judges' boat.
"You have won the prize handsomely, Frank, and it affords me great pleasure to present it to you," said Mr.Hyde, as he handed him a purse containing the prize.

"After the noble expressions of kindness on the part of your rival, I am sure the award will awaken no feeling of exultation in the minds of the Zephyrs, and none of envy in the Butterflies.

I congratulate you on your victory." Frank bowed, and thanked the schoolmaster for his hopeful words; and the Butterflies gave three cheers again as he took the prize.

The Zephyr was then brought alongside her late rival.
"Starboard oars--up!" said Frank.
"Larboard oars--up!" added Tony.
"What now, I wonder ?" queried Fred Harper.
"Forward oarsman, step aboard the Butterfly," continued Frank.
"Forward oarsman, step aboard the Zephyr," said Tony.
Then the next member in each boat was passed over to the other, and so on, till the whole starboard side of the Zephyr was manned by Butterflies, and the larboard side of the Butterfly by Zephyrs.
"Ready--up!" said the coxswains, as they proceeded to get under way again.
Thus, with the two clubs fraternally mingled, they slowly pulled towards the nearest shore, while the band played its sweetest strains.