So the cries went on until the big rock that was the turning point was gained.
Jackson touched the rock first, several seconds before either Larry or d.i.c.k came up. It certainly looked as if Lew Flapp"s crony had a good chance of winning.
"Told you he would win," said Flapp to Powell.
"The race isn"t over yet," answered Songbird briefly.
"Humph! Do you think d.i.c.k Rover can catch Jackson when he is five yards behind"?
"Not quite as much as that, Flapp, and he is gradually crawling up."
"He won"t make it, I tell you."
"Perhaps he will."
"I"ll bet you five to one that he won"t," insisted the big boy.
"I won"t bet any more."
"You"re afraid," sneered Flapp.
Again Powell went down into his pocket and drew forth another dollar.
"There you are," he said to the stakeholder.
Lew Flapp had not expected this, but he quickly covered the one dollar with a five, feeling sure he was going to win.
"You"ll never see your two dollars again, Powell," he said.
"Perhaps you"ll never see your six again," answered Songbird, and moved away to watch the race from another point along the island sh.o.r.e.
Jackson was certainly swimming well, although the terrific strain was beginning to tell upon him.
"Go it, Jackson," roared Lew Flapp. "Go it, old Moneybags!"
"Moneybags" was a signal among many of the cadets, signifying that the speaker had bet money on the result. Betting at the academy was strictly prohibited, but wagers were often made on the sly.
Hearing this cry, Jackson renewed his struggles and for a few seconds held his lead.
But now d.i.c.k Rover was crawling up inch by inch. He had pa.s.sed Tom, who was left hopelessly in the rear, and now he was pressing Larry.
"The major and the captain are tie!"
"See, Captain Rover is crawling ahead!"
"Swim, Jackson, swim!" yelled Lew Flapp frantically. "You must win!"
And Pender took up the call, and so did Rockley.
Again Jackson did his best. The finish of the race was now but twenty yards off.
"Go in and win, d.i.c.k," came from Larry Colby. "I"m about used up," and he let d.i.c.k go ahead.
d.i.c.k was almost as fresh as at the start and slowly but surely he kept gaining upon Jackson until the two were not over two yards apart.
"Hurrah, Captain Rover is crawling up!"
"Don"t give up, Jackson, you can win out yet!" screamed Lew Flapp.
"Go it, d.i.c.k!" yelled Sam. "Go it, I say! The race is yours!"
Cheered by the last cry d.i.c.k increased his stroke and in a second more he was alongside of Jackson.
The latter made a side kick, intending to catch d.i.c.k in the stomach, but the eldest Rover was wise enough to keep out of his opponent"s reach.
The kick made Jackson lose ground, and like a flash d.i.c.k pa.s.sed him.
"d.i.c.k Rover is ahead!"
"See, Jackson is played out! He can hardly take another stroke!"
"Major Colby is crawling up! See, he is pa.s.sing Jackson!"
"And here comes Tom Rover, too."
"Wake up, Tom!" cried Sam. "You can beat Jackson yet!"
At this cry Tom did wake up, and seeing Jackson floundering around put on a final spurt and pa.s.sed him.
"d.i.c.k Rover has won the race!"
"And Major Colby is second, and Tom Rover third."
"Poor Jackson wasn"t in it, after all!"
CHAPTER XVII
THE ENEMY PLOT MISCHIEF
The most disgusted cadet on Pine Island was Lew Flapp, and when Jackson walked out of the water and entered one of the bath-tents he followed his crony with a face full of bitterness.
"Why didn"t you try to keep up and win out"? he asked bitterly, while Jackson was dressing.
"I did try. But Rover came up like a steam engine."