And then Jimmy gave the history of the Codfish's unsuccessful onslaughts on the _News_, the Crew and the Mandolin Club to the amusement of the older members of the family. "The difficulty is," said the Codfish, "that the individual has no chance at college. It is all for the development of the average man, like Jimmy there, for instance. Genius is frowned upon. I could have revolutionized the _News_ if they'd given me a little longer chance at it." "Demoralized it, you mean," said Frank. "Mother, give me another piece of that shortcake. My, but it tastes good after so much training table." Training hours were broken that night, and for several nights to come, for the boys played with as much vigor as they worked. But Frank did not neglect his physical training. Swims at Seawall, where our friends foregathered for the first time several years before, rowing, and walks in the country, kept him in trim for the work which was to come. CHAPTER XI. A VOYAGE TO LONDON. Ten days after the trials at Cambridge, Frank, with the Codfish at his side, stood on the promenade deck of the great White Star liner _Olympic_, and waved good-by to his friends on the dock as the big boat moved slowly out into North River. "Bring back their scalps, you Indians," shouted someone. "Don't let the Johnny Bulls get your goats, you Yaleses!" "Show them how they do it in Yankeeland, Harvard!" To all of which the outgoing athletes, in a little group apart from the rest of the passengers, smiled and waved hands in acknowledgment. "Gee whiz," said the Codfish as the big ship slipped swiftly down the bay, "I never thought of it before, but what if I should be seasick?" "It doesn't make so much difference about you," said Frank heartlessly, "but what if _I_ should? That's the question!" Fortunately, the ocean was calm and none of the team suffered in the slightest from the dreaded sickness. With the first meal on the ship the athletes were seated together, and soon Yale and Harvard lines were forgotten. The men from the two universities fraternized with each other and the team was neither Harvard nor Yale, but an American team with only one object in view,--victory from their English cousins.