“Who is Noel Spudd?” asked Frank. “Fellow who was going to be on our crew, but his father would not let him stay and train,” explained Kent. “He came to the Cove this morning, and will stay after the race.” “Can he row?” “Can he? He’s a daisy!” “Then he’ll do—if I can get him. See if you can fix it for me, Mr. Spencer.” Kent promised to do so, if possible, and then the new boat was lifted out of the water for the night. The following morning Spencer brought Noel Spudd to see Frank. Spudd proved to be a pleasant-looking, freckle-faced chap, good-natured and obliging, and he agreed to help Merriwell out, if possible, although he was anxious that his father should not find it out. “You see, the governor is a crank,” he explained. “He has a theory that violent exercise is injurious to anybody, and he talks about enlargement of the heart and other evils that follow racing. I had to promise that I would not take part in the race before he’d let me come to the Cove to see it. I’ll keep my promise, but that will not prevent me from helping the thing along by aiding in the practice.” So it was arranged, and Frank lost little time in getting the boys together and putting them to work. Browning grumbled, as usual, and Rattleton declared he was praying for a chill, that he might get out of taking part in the work of training. Spudd took Frank’s place in the boat, and Merry watched his crew row down the river, after which he mounted his wheel and followed. For an hour Frank stood in a favorable position, watching the work of the boys in the boat and giving directions. He told each one of his faults, and how to correct them, and by the end of the hour he was well pleased with the progress made. Of course, Merriwell did not expect to have a perfectly trained crew, capable of rowing against first-class college crews, but he believed his boys could be whipped into such shape that they would stand a fair chance of winning over Blue Cove and Alexandria. A great surprise to him was the remarkable manner in which Hans Dunnerwust showed up at an oar. On the land, the Dutch boy was a perfect clown, but his whole manner and appearance changed the moment he got into a boat. He could row nearly as well as the best of them. Frank felt generous in the matter of the race, for certainly Blue Cove had been most generous in its dealings with the strangers. He offered to take Harlow’s place as coach till another coach could be secured. Spencer appreciated this, and the offer was accepted, so that afternoon found Merriwell on the river’s bank once more, shouting his commands to the Blue Cove crew. That night Kent Spencer publicly declared that it was his conviction that the crew had improved more in one hour under Merriwell than during the entire time Harlow had coached it. Anson Addison was the only one who was not enthusiastic. He remained silent and sulky, saying nothing, but thinking a great deal.