After that the interest centered in the trial of speed between the girls" eights of the five high" schools. They had already been flashing about the lower course, "warming up," and as the five came into line at the signal of the starter, they presented a pretty sight.
Blue and white and crimson and white were the prevailing colors of the girls" blouses and skirts; but the East High girls wore black and gold.
Blue blouses and skirts, with narrow white tr.i.m.m.i.n.g, was the costume of Central High, and the nine girls in the graceful, polished cedar sh.e.l.l were cheered again and again as they came opposite the grandstand and boathouses.
There was Colonel Richard Swayne, who used to be so much opposed to girls" athletics, waving his cap, his bald head shining in the sun. And Princ.i.p.al Sharp was beside him, likewise cheering for his own crew.
Back on the driveway Aunt Dora actually stood up and waved her umbrella in recognition of the twins as the sh.e.l.l belonging to Central High came easily to the line. There were Laura"s and Chet"s parents, too, in the automobile; with Mrs. Morse and the doctor"s wife; and even Alice Long, with Tommy, the irrepressible, and Katie and May, were all there, shouting and waving handkerchiefs, all hoping that the girls in the eight-oared sh.e.l.l would notice them.
Eve and Otto Sitz had ridden in to view the race; but they were in Prettyman Sweet"s repaired launch, and Laura could hear the voice of the Swiss girl calling to her. The twins saw Aunt Dora and their father standing up in the carriage; but it was against the rules for the partic.i.p.ants to notice the cheering crowd.
"Eyes in the boat, girls! Make ready!" snapped Bobby, bending forward in her seat. "He"s getting ready to fire that pistol."
Celia Prime settled herself for the first stroke. "All ready?" she asked, and the girls behind her--Jess Morse, Dorothy Lockwood, Mary O"Rourke, Roberta Fish, Nellie Agnew, Dora Lockwood and Laura Belding--all murmured their acquiescence. The starter looked along the line of sh.e.l.ls and got a nod from each c.o.xswain.
The pistol spoke, and "They"re off!" shouted the crowd. Like five huge water-spiders, the eight-oared sh.e.l.ls darted along the course. With a strain and a heave at the end of every stroke, the boats were propelled in a magnificent burst of speed. For some rods there was scarcely any difference in the standing of the five crews.
Then, as in old times, Keyport drew ahead.
"Hang to "em! Like bulldogs!" shouted Bobby Hargrew through the megaphone she wore strapped to her mouth.
Instantly Celia stretched out a little more and the clack of the oars in Central High boat sounded quicker. The new sh.e.l.l sped on and its bow was almost instantly at the stern of Keyport"s boat. Behind, the other three crews were spread out badly. Only Lumberport was coming up at all. East and West Highs were no-where from the start.
The Keyport crew were pulling with all their might and main then, and they were still a long way from the line.
"Steady!" said Celia, through her teeth. "This will pa.s.s them."
Bobby gave the order to increase the stroke. The crew of Central High responded n.o.bly. The bow of their boat crept up, slowly but surely, along the side of the Keyport craft. They could have pa.s.sed the rival boat more quickly; but Celia was holding back reserve force for a spurt if such a thing became necessary.
The twins" toughened muscles did not feel the strain at first; but before the end of the course was sighted they were working blindly, like the other girls--mere pieces of mechanism engaged in a task that, as it continued, became a punishment! But that was what all the long weeks of practice and exercise had been for. Their bodies had learned to endure strains like this--and their wills, too.
The crowds in the boats and along the banks had never ceased to cheer and shout encouragement to their favorite crews. The race ended in a whirlwind finish, for Keyport endeavored to rally at the last. But then Central High with their new sh.e.l.l were a boat"s length ahead, and they had kept that lead until they crossed the line.
Central High had won! The race had been a better one than that rowed a few weeks before between the same crews. The beautiful cup presented by the Luna Boat Club would have the place of honor in the Girls" Branch Athletic League house, when the latter structure was completed.
"We sha"n"t have a chance to row with you infants again," said Mary O"Rourke, one of the seniors, who would be graduated from Central High in a few days; "but see that you do as well next term."
"And keep all friction out of the crew,"" advised Celia, as they pulled easily back to the boathouse.
"That means keep out Hester Grimes," said Bobby, _sotto-voce_. "We want to keep her out of all athletics if we are to win over the other schools. She"ll queer our basketball team next."
Whether Bobby"s prophecy was correct, or no, must be judged by the perusal of the next volume of this series, ent.i.tled "The Girls of Central High at Basketball; Or, The Great Gymnasium Mystery."
When the crew of the eight-oared sh.e.l.l reached the boathouse they learned of a happening which interested them deeply. The minute the boys" eight-oared sh.e.l.l of Central High had come in, a policeman had beckoned Chetwood Belding and Billy Long away. The boys were highly excited by this incident, and naturally their girl friends were, too.
But it was not until the last event of the day had been decided and the crowd of spectators had broken up and gone their ways that the young folk learned the mystery. Chet and Billy had been called to the Detective Bureau, where the chief met them with rather a severe countenance.
"So you two boys had no idea what was in that lard can you brought in here the other day?" he demanded.
"No, sir," said Chet, manfully. "Billy heard those two men talking about it. And he found it. He says he thinks there is money in it."
"And I should say there was!" e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.ed the police detective, with disgust. "Those Italians had us all fooled. We got the big fellow, who was sneaking back to try and get on the island again, and of course Tony Allegretto and his monkey has always been right under our eyes.
"By the way, Master Long!"
"Yes, sir?" answered Billy, wondering what was coming.
"You said you thought those men surveying back of Stresch & Potter"s the day before the burglary, were working for the railroad?"
"That"s what I thought, sir. I gathered it from what they said."
"And so they were. They were from the engineer"s office of the C, P. & L. We found "em. They had nothing to do with the robbery."
"I didn"t think they had. These two dagoes know about the robbery, though!" exclaimed Short and Long, his eyes twinkling.
"I guess they do! I guess they do!" repeated the detective. "And the money stolen from Stresch & Potter was in that soldered can. We got it.
We got the men. And the five hundred dollars will be divided between this office and you boys."
"Not me!" cried Chet. "It belongs to Billy. He dived and found the can.
And--and I rather think he"s paid for his reward by what he went through over there on Cavern Island."
"Perhaps that"s so," said the official, chuckling.
"But tell me, sir!" cried Billy, eagerly, "who got through that little window and opened the door for the Italians?"
"Ha! that puzzled us a bit until one of our sharp young men watched Tony putting that monkey of his through its tricks. Then we all saw a great light."
"Great Scott! And so do I see a light!" cried Chet.
"Me, too," grumbled Billy. "But why didn"t I guess it before and save myself all that trouble I had?"
"The monkey is the guilty party," said the detective. "The bigger Italian is a famous safe-cracker. He hired Tony Allegretto and his monkey to help him get into the building, and to watch outside. Then the two men quarreled as to the division of the loot after it was hidden.
But they are both in jail, now--and the monkey, too. But Mr. Monk will never have a chance to open his master"s cell-door again. Now, you"ll hear all about this later, boys, and you will both have to testify when the case comes to trial. That"s all."
"Huh!" exclaimed Short and Long, as he went away with Chet, "looks like as though! everybody had the laugh on me--eh?"
"How"s that?" queried Chet, in some surprise.
"Why, I needn"t have made such a Jack of myself as to run away and hide over there on the island. Father"s said a-plenty to me about it. He says that any boy who runs away instead of, facing the music makes himself appear guilty right at the start."
"Well--I--don"t--know," said his friend, slowly. "Certain sure you worried your folks a whole lot--and worried your friends, too."
"I never thought of that."
"I s"pose not. That detective chasing you up so, was what scared you."
"And you"d have been scared, too. He said he could put me in jail. Now, I"d just as soon be half starved over there on Cavern Island as to be in jail," declared Billy, with conviction.
"Say! One thing you got out of it young fellow," said Chet, suddenly, with a laugh. "And you wouldn"t have got that if you hadn"t run away."