CHAPTER V.
UP THE RIVER.
At the end of the lake the boats separated, after giving each other three hearty cheers.
"Where are you going now ?" asked Tim Bunker.
"We will go up the lake again." "Suppose we try a race ?" suggested Fred Harper.
"There will be no harm in it, I suppose," replied Frank, glancing at the Butterfly.
"Zephyr, ahoy!" shouted Tony.

"We will pull up together, if you like." "Agreed." The two boats were then drawn up alongside of each other, ready to start when the word should be given.
"Say when you are ready," shouted Tony.
The rowers in each boat were all ready to take the first stroke.
"Ready--pull!" said Frank; and the crews bent to the work.
"Now give it to 'em!" shouted Tim Bunker, as he struck out with his oar.
"Steady, Tim," said Frank.

"Be very careful, or you will lose the stroke." "No, I won't.

Put 'em through by daylight!" And Tim, without paying much attention to the swaying of the coxswain's body, by which his stroke should have been regulated, redoubled his exertions.

He was very much excited, and the next moment the handle of his oar hit the boy in front of him in the back.