"Our fellows all have abundant funds."
"The Gridley High School crew is a lot of near paupers," Dick
admitted with smiling candor.
"Then you may have-----"
"Thank you, Mr. Wright," Prescott went on. "I don't know that
we could use money if we had it, but in any case I am certain
that we couldn't accept it from the hotel management without risk
of sacrificing our standing as amateurs. We might be ruled out
as 'professionals' for accepting money for the race."
"Pardon me," broke in Mr. Wright, as a bellboy handed him a telegram.
As he read the message a smile appeared on his face.
"Perhaps this will put a different aspect on the matter," beamed
the hotel manager. "This telegram is from Mr. Howgate, and says:"
_"'Am mailing you check for forty dollars. Please allow Prescott,
Captain Gridley High School Canoe Club, to draw on you for that
amount, for boat uniforms and other expenses. Money voted by
Council from High School Athletic fund.'"_
"That's thoughtful," murmured young Prescott, wholly taken aback.
"However, I don't believe we shall need the money."
"You ought to have some sort of uniform," suggested Hartwell. "We
Preston chaps have canoe uniforms."
"We can paddle just as well without special uniforms," smiled
Dick,
"But how would it look for good old Gridley High School?" hinted
Bob generously. "Remember, in appearance, as well as in performance,
you have the prestige and honor of your school to consider.
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