"You'll have about fifteen dollars left for anything else that
you may need," suggested Mr. Wright.
"Yes; but we don't wish to spend it," Dick replied. "It is only
the thought of the Gridley High School that makes us decide on
any uniform at all."
"You couldn't have been more modest," smiled Bob Hartwell, as
he thought of the more expensive uniforms of his own crew.
The telegram was prepared. Mr. Wright signed it and sent it away.
Then he hastened to his office to prepare his own advertising
matter.
As the Gridley girls were nowhere to be seen about the grounds,
Dick did not inquire for them. Instead he and his chums hurried
back to the lake, where they put in another hour in hard practice.
Prescott kept his crew out on the lake, in about the middle,
where his low---spoken directions could not be heard from the
shore.
"Are we going to win, now?" asked Dan Dalzell.
"How can we help it, when we are to wear such dazzling uniforms?"
queried Reade.
"We've got to do a lot of hard work tomorrow, and on Saturday
morning," Dave added. "I doubt if we yet paddle anywhere near
the Preston High School performance."
"We'll work hard to-morrow," Dick agreed, "but after that we will
have to be satisfied with what we've done. Saturday morning we
don't want to do any hard work. Just enough exercise to keep
our muscles supple for the real fray of the afternoon."
"We ought to stay out longer now," urged Hazelton.
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