consenting calmly. The
umpire, appealed to on the spot, decided that it was a foul, Mr. Dodd
being in his own water. He walked over the course, and explained the
matter to his sister, who delivered her mind thus--
"Oh! if races are to be won by going slower than the other, we may shine
yet: _only,_ I call it Cheating, not Racing."
He smiled unmoved; she gave her scarf the irony twist, and they all went
to dinner. The business recommenced with a race between a London boat and
the winner' of yesterday's heat, Cambridge. Here the truth of Edward's
remark appeared. The Cambridge boat was too light for the men, and kept
burying her hose; the London craft, under a heavy crew, floated like a
cork. The Londoners soon found out their advantage, and, overrating it,
steered into their opponents water prematurely, inn spite of a warning
voice from the bank. Cambridge saw, and cracked on for a foul; and for
about a minute it was anybody's race. But the Londoners pulled gallantly,
and just scraped clear ahead. This peril escaped, they kept their backs
straight and a clear lead to the finish.
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