# The Eight-Oared Victors/Chapter 31
#### CHAPTER XXXI
##### THE TUB RACE

Randall's adherents seemed stunned at first. They had been so sure of winning when the two fours swept up to the finish line, with Randall so close to Boxer, that, when victory was snatched from their very grasp, it seemed hard indeed. No one knew what to do, while the victors rested on their oars, justifiable smiles of triumph on their faces.
As for the losers, they hung their heads dejectedly, and that tears of mortification came into their eyes is not to their shame.
Then Tom Parsons found himself, and cried out:
"Three cheers for Boxer Hall! It was a good win!"
"That's right," echoed Sid Henderson.
And the cheers were given, none the less hearty because they came from the defeated side.
"Clear the course!" came the command from the judges' boat, and then came the formal ​announcement of Boxer winning. She had five points to her credit now.
The Fairview lads, in the bitterness of their hearts, for they realized that it was overtraining, and, in a way, over-confidence that had made them third, rowed up to the float, disembarked and walked away in silence—at least there was silence until Bean Perkins yelled:
"Three cheers for Fairview—she knows how to take a licking the same as Randall!"
And at once the river echoed the cheers.
"Well, you did us that time, Boxer!" went on Bean. "But our time will come—we're going to do you in the eight."
"Not if we know it," retorted Pinky Davenport.
"Oh, I'm so sorry—for you, Tom," breathed Ruth, as the tall pitcher stood close beside her on the balcony of the boathouse. "Does it bother you much?"
"Well, of course I'd like to have seen our four win," he replied, "but it doesn't bother me. It only makes me mad. We'll win that eight if we have to break every oar."
"Don't do that, Tom, old man," advised Frank, who heard this last. "Breaking an oar is worse than catching a crab. It will lose us the race sure. Be moderate."
​"It's hard, after all the work we did," complained Sid.
"But look at it," put in Phil. "We beat Fairview, and that's something for a green crew to do."
"So we did!" exclaimed Sid, brightening up.
"Awfully sweet of you to remind us of it," said Madge, making a little bow.
"Oh—er—I didn't mean it that way," stammered Sid. "I didn't think."
"We'll forgive you," spoke Mabel, gently.
The single races were to have come next, but at the last moment it was discovered that one of the outriggers on the shell to be used by the Boxer Hall contestant was split, so a halt was called until he could get out one of the spare Randall boats. Then he was allowed a half hour to "get acquainted with his craft," this being generously allowed by the other two colleges.
"The tub race! Have the tub race now!" came the general cry, and as none of the other competitors wished to fill in the vacant time, and as the tub race would not count in points, it was decided to advance that on the program.
Accordingly, a number of washtubs, of good size, which had been provided, were brought forward. There were to be two contestants from each college, making six that would compete for first and second prizes, in the shape of silver cups.
Snail Looper and Dutch Housenlager were to ​represent Randall, Dutch being the only regular rower who dared to brave the laughter of the crowd.
"Why shouldn't I?" he demanded, when questioned. "It'll be fun, and it will keep me from thinking of the big race. Besides, I think it will be good exercise, and I'm heavy enough to weight my tub down in the water, and that's a point. It won't turn so easily."
"Well, don't strain yourself, that's all," counseled Mr. Lighton. "We don't want any slip-up in the eight-oared race just because you want some fun."
"Oh, sure, I'll be careful!" promised Dutch, making a playful grab for Sid, who jumped back, thereby nearly upsetting an elderly gentleman who was sitting near the edge of the balcony to see the sports.
"Careful! Careful!" he exclaimed testily.
"Look out what you're doing, Dutch!" warned Tom. "He's one of the committee that gave us this rowing outfit. He'll get you down on his bad books if you don't look out."
"Just my luck!" cried Dutch, ruefully.
"Tub racers this way!" cried the starter. "Lively now!"
THEN ONE OF THE LATTER TUBS COLLIDED WITH THAT OF DUTCH.
​about half way across the river, turn there, and come back.
Anyone who hase seen a tub race knows how almost impossible it is to prevent the craft from whirling about. It doesn't seem to want to advance in a straight line. This was the case here, and when the lads started off it was only to go swirling madly about in concentric circles.
"Go the other way!" was shouted at them.
"Yes, reverse—you'll get dizzy!"
"Waltz me around again, Dutchy!" called Tom to Housenlager.
"You watch!" he shouted back. "I'm going to win!"
And it did seem as though he had a good chance. Whether it was his weight, or the way in which he used the paddle, was not manifested, but he certainly forged ahead.
He managed to turn the stake-boat first, though Snail Looper was a close second. Boxer Hall was out of it in this race, her two representatives seemingly not able to do much. But the two Fairview lads were pressing Dutch and Snail closely.
"Here I come! Here I come!" cried Dutch, as, amid increased laughter, the four lads neared the finishing line close to the float. But he did not see how near one of the Fairview lads was to him.
​Then one of the latter tubs collided with that of Dutch. He uttered a surprised exclamation, turned to look, and his paddle slipped from his grasp.
"Come back here!" yelled he, making a grab for it.
Alas for Dutch! He over-balanced himself, or perhaps he was dizzy from the whirling. At any rate overboard he went with a splash.
"There! I knew something would happen!" cried Mr. Lighton, in vexed tones, as he saw the accident, and he hurried down to see that Dutch quickly changed to dry rowing togs, for the tub racers had worn their light garments.
Meanwhile Snail Looper came steadily on, finishing first, with a Fairview lad second.
"First win for Randall!" yelled a Boxer Hall adherent. "You fellows had better stick to tubs!"
"Wait!" murmured Tom. "This may put Dutch in just the right trim to pull the race of his life."