CHAPTER XVII.
THE ENEMY PLOT MISCHIEF The most disgusted cadet on Pine Island was Lew Flapp, and when Jackson walked out of the water and entered one of the bath-tents he followed his crony with a face full of bitterness.
"Why didn't you try to keep up and win out"?
he asked bitterly, while Jackson was dressing.
"I did try.

But Rover came up like a steam engine." "You seemed to play out all in a minute." "And that is just what I did do.

The pace was too hot for me, and I just about collapsed.

Those fellows are good swimmers, no two ways about that." "Bah! I could have beaten them with ease." "I'd like to see you do it." "Do you know I lost six dollars on that race," went on Flapp, after a pause.
"Who won the money"?
"Songbird Powell." "How did you come to put up such an odd figure, Lew"?
"I bet a dollar even first, and then, when I felt certain you would win, I gave him odds of five to one.

I was a chump." "Well, I did my best--honestly I did," returned Jackson, who hated to have his crony lose.
"I ought to make you pay me back." "I'd do it if I had the money," said Jackson.