"Give 'em another! Give 'em another!" shouted Captain Stewart, as the
Frolic came abreast of the Yale crew, and fairly shaking Captain Harold
in his excitement.
"Avast there! Give way, man! Do you want to yank me out of my coat?" he
laughed.
"I'll yank somebody out of something if those Yale boys don't pull a
length ahead of those Johnny Harvards," sputtered Neil Stewart.
"Whoop it up fellows--AND friends. The four N Yell for old Yale," bawled
Shortie in order to make himself heard above the din and pandemonium of
screaming sirens and the yelling, and in spite of it all the Yale crew
heard
"N--n--n--n!
A--a--a--a!
V--v--v--v!
Y--y--y--y!
Yale! Yale! Yale!"
and laid their strength to their sweeps. Chests were heaving and breath
coming in panting gasps, but the coxswain of the Yale crew was abreast
of number three in the Harvard shell, and inch by inch the space was
lengthening in favor of the blue-tipped blades.
"Yale! Yale! Yale!"
yelled the crowd as only such a crowd can yell. Then clear water showed
between the shells and the four-mile flag fluttered like a blur as the
Yale crew rushed by it.
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