El Paso daily herald. (El Paso, Tex.) 1881-1901, 1901-02-23

One. two, three
But the other crews were pulling
their hardest. and between strokes
Bruce could hear the voices of their
cockswains as they, too, counted tens.
At the end the three were still even.
and the question seemed to be one of
endurance The "old man" in the
launch behind was shouting encourage
ment to the freshmen, for their burst
of speed surprised and delighted him.
Go it, freshmen he called
And ''go it, they did. His words put
them on their mettle. and again the
boat quivered as eight broad backs
heavcd simultaneously Inch by inch
and stroke by stroke they crept ahead
Again Bruce glanced at the other
crews and saw the varsity stroke Ia
boring desperately to make up what
had been lost, and farther back he saw
the sophomore crew now permanently
in third place. A great sob of joy
shook him; then his eyes went back to
that bright patch of water, and his oar
blade bit more fiercely as it struck the
surface of the lake. The little cock
swain was fairly beside himself. He
shouted aloud in his joy.
Its half over boys" he cried as
they flashed by the old windmill on the
shore. "Just keep it up, and we've got
'em dead. Observation-Disclosures"
Yes. but could they keep it up? Al
ready Bruce's wrists were beginning to
grow numb. and his legs shook on the
slow recover.
And still mile to go,
His heart thumped and pounded. and
fhrnnph
his open lips He could hear No. Z
groan at every stroke, but there was
no thought of quitting. Death rather
than that.
But will we never reach the half
mile?" he wondered.
Even as the thought entered his head
the cockswain called:
"Only half a mile more. and we're
length ahead
Oh. luckless boat, Scarcely had the
words left his lips when No. caught
crab. The starboard side off the shell
sank almost to the waters edge as the
unfortunate oarsman tried to drag his
blade out by main force. At once the
speed was checked. and the other boats
drew up rapidly. But Bruce kept his
head and never let the stroke vary
fraction of a second. The cockswain,
too, remained cool His calm voice in
this moment of CONSERVATION reas-,
sured the rowers, who quickly re-
sponded to his monotonous stroke
stroke-stroke'' az Bruce's blade caught
the water. In a moment all were row.
ing again as evenly as before the acci-
dent. but the varsity was almost
abreast of them. The danger of defeat
after victory had seemed so sure made
the freshmen almost mad They tug
ged at the sweeps as If they would
break them in twain Men animated
by such a spirit could not be beaten.
and soon they We're forging to the
front again. As they entered on the
last quarter mile they were more than
half length to the good and still gain
ing slowly. But the strain was begin
ming to tell. Bruce's arms were numb
to the elbows. his breath came in quick
pants and a haze seemed to have set
tied over him which dulled the pain in
his aching muscles. but made his work
only mechanical. Forward and back
ward, forward and backward. his body
swayed. while the shrill voice of the
cockswain sounded faint and far away.
IF I could only step for an instant"
he thought: "only a stroke" And then
he fell to thinking Of what he would
give if he could rest for one stroke
50, yes, so, even n week from his sum-
mer vacation, and he dreamed of how
he would lie on the cool grass under
the trees during that vacation, too
blissfully lazy to move-and all the
while his weary body swaycd back
ward and forward, backward and for
ward, without ceasing. He was arous-
ed by that strident voice, now grown
strangely hoarse. How he hated it, 1t
was shouting:
"Only hundred yards more, fellows!
Now give her ten-one. two. three
And as the tired crew responded to
the appeal their light boat again leaped
forward. When the ten was over, there
was open water between them and the
varsity, while the sophomores had
dropped four lengths behind. Still that
little torment in the stern was not sat |
isfied.
Pm going to count till we cross the |
line" he announced. and then began |
those terrible numbers once more:
zone, two, three, four But with /
'23'' he stopped and then called:
Let her rum
Thank God, it was over! Eight pairs |
of weary hands dropped the oars at |
which they had been Juggling over
those two long miles, and eight weary
bodies slouched down into their seats.
too tired to sit erect
Bruce leaned over the gunwale and
plunged his arms into the cold. clear
water. Perfectly content was he as.
filed with the joy of triumph. he gazed
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