Both then recognized the wrestler whom Turner threw over his head the night of the rush. He extended a frank hand. "Coming down to look us over?" "Didn't know you rowed," said Turner, taking the proffered hand. "Yes, I'm trying it. Not much good, either, but maybe I can help to push some other fellow up a peg higher. That's all we scrubs are good for, you know." He said it without any heat, merely stating the fact. "We help to cultivate the flowers, but we can't pick them. It's a part of the Yale training. "Ta, ta, there's my call," and he dashed into the boathouse where his crew were preparing to take the shell out. Following the Second 'Varsity, came the First Freshmen crew, and then on the heels of the First came the Second, the Codfish busying himself with an air of great importance. Permission having been given Armstrong and Turner to watch the practice from the Freshman launch, which lay at the end of the float, they climbed in with alacrity. The launch preceded the two crews down to the bridge where it waited till the shell came up. "Take it easy, now," said the Freshman coach as the crews lined up alongside. "Keep your stroke to about twenty-six and pull it through. Ready? ROW!" Both crews dropped their blades in the water, pulled a long, slow stroke, and slipped rapidly up the river, the little launch darting first to one and then the other while the coach shot words of criticism at the oarsmen through a short megaphone. "Number Five, don't slump down on the catch!" "You're very short in the water, Number Two, finish it out and get your hands away quickly." "Don't buck your oar, Four, on the finish; sit up straight." "For heaven's sake," this to the Codfish. "Can't you keep that boat straight? What are you wabbling all over the river for?" "'Vast, 'vast," he yelled as the rowing grew ragged. "'Vast" is short for "Avast," the usual signal to stop rowing. When the crews came to rest on their oars, the coach shot a torrent of criticism at the men. No one escaped. "Exactly like football," said Frank grinning. "No one ever gets it quite right." "Only difference from football is," said Jimmy, "that the other fellow is getting the hot shot now. I guess I'll take mine on the field." "Me, too," said Frank. "It doesn't strike me as inspiring, this crew business." "And the Codfish isn't such a whirlwind as he tries to make us think," commented Turner. The coxswain was coming in for a fire of criticism from the coach with the megaphone. "Now try it again and watch yourselves--you get worse every day." "Doesn't it sound natural?" laughed Frank. "No more of that in ours for a year."