e.
"Eee--sy all--l!" came in a sing-song from the coxswain, perched, for
better sight, half upon the rear canvas, and eight oars instantly
feathered the water as their boat slanted swiftly in towards the shore.
"Hold her, Seven."
With almost provoking sloth, after the smartly executed movements
already described, Number Seven dug his oar deeply into the water,
making up somewhat for his tardiness by the fierceness of the movement.
The nose of the boat turned outwards almost with a jerk, and the craft
slid in close to and parallel with the landing-stage.
"Seven's got the sulks again, Jones," commented the watcher on shore, a
middle schoolboy named Walters, as he eyed the proceedings critically.
"His time's bad. It's just as well they get to work to-morrow."
"Yes," assented his companion. "But, you know, it beats me why they
didn't put Montgomery at stroke instead of seven. He's a far better oar
than Durend--the best in the school--and it would have upset nobody."
"His style may be better," admitted Walters a little reluctantly, "but
he hasn't got that tremendous shove off the stretcher that makes the
other so useful a man to follow. Besides, he has too much temper to be
able to nurse and humour the lame ducks and bring them on as Durend has
done."
"Maybe--his temper certainly doesn't look sweet at the moment," replied
Jones, gazing with a grim sort of amusement at Montgomery as the latter
released his oar from the rowlock and stepped out of the boat, his
handsome clean-cut face sadly marred by an undeniably ugly scowl.
"Durend's work isn't showy, but I hear that Benson thinks a lot of it,"
Walters went on. "It's a pity Monty takes it so badly, for the crew has
come along immensely and with ordinary luck ought to make a cert of it."
"Riggers!" the stroke of the crew sang out, and the crew leaned out from
the landing-stage and grasped the boat. "Lift!" and the boat was lifted
clear of the water and up the slope to the boat-house hard by.
From bow to stern the faces of the crew were smiling and cheerful,
albeit streaming with perspiration, as they passed through the admiring
knot of their school-fellows assembled to watch them in. All, that is,
save Seven, aforesaid, and Stroke, who looked downcast, and whose lips
were set firmly as though he found his task no very pleasant one, but
had nevertheless made up his mind to see it through.
In the dressing-room Montgomery vented his ill-humour somewhat
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