"Don't you believe it," yelled another. "Wait for the finish."
There wasn't long to wait. As the swimmers came nearer it was
seen that Dave Darrin was ahead of all the swimmers, though Tom
Reade was pressing him hard. Behind Tom came Bill Rodgers, then
Greg Holmes, next two more North Grammar boys. Dan was next,
with Harry following. The three tailenders were North Grammar
boys.
"Central Grammar wins handily," announced Len Spencer through
a megaphone.
Hi Martin's face darkened. "Anyway, I'll have the satisfaction
of showing Dick Prescott my heels all the way up the course,"
he grunted.
"Now, you two individual racers tumble aboard, and get ready for
your work," warned Len, as the launch ran in alongside the pier.
"Wipe him up, Dick!"
"Don't show him any mercy, Hi!"
Various other comments wafted to the pair as they sat in the launch
facing each other.
"Some of those people must think we can both win," laughed Dick
good-humoredly.
"I'll soon show you that only one of us can win," retorted Hi
almost savagely.
Arrived at the raft, Len Spencer spoke briefly:
"At the first shot of the pistol you two youngsters take up your
positions, ready to dive. At the second shot, or as soon after
as you wish, you may dive and begin the race.
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