Won't we, boys ?" "That we will." Tony wound up by saying he was not much at making speeches, but he was ready to do everything he could to make things go off right and pleasantly.
Three cheers more were given on each side, and the crews were ordered into their seats.
"Starboard oars, ready--up!" said Frank.
"Larboard oars, ready--up!" said Tony.
"Ready--down!" was then given by one, and repeated by the other.

And then, "Ready--pull!" followed, in like manner.
My reader will readily perceive that the effect of this maneuver was to turn the boats round in opposite directions, so that they came alongside of each other, after a few strokes of the oars.
The painter of the Butterfly was thrown on board the Zephyr, and made fast to the bow ring.

The boys were now all brought together, and the discipline of the clubs was relaxed so as to permit the members to enjoy a few moments of social recreation.
The Butterfly, as we have said in the introduction, was of the same size and model as the Zephyr, and, except that the former was painted in gayer colors, to represent the gaudy tints of the butterfly, the two boats were exact counterparts of each other.
Her crew had already procured their uniform, and wore it on the present occasion.

It was a pair of white pants, made "sailor fashion," with a short red frock, and a patent-leather belt.

These garments, owing to the coldness of the weather, were worn over their usual clothes.