"Why, he wouldn't eat anything if he thought it would agree with him.

That's the kind of a man he is." Hartwick looked disgusted.
"Keep it up! keep it up!" he cried.

"But you'll find out!" "Now, see here, man," said Parker once more; "are you stuck on Merriwell ?" Hartwick showed still greater disgust, his eyes flashing.
"Stuck on him!" he cried.

"Well, not any! You fellows ought to know that! Stuck on him! That gives me pains!" "Well, I couldn't see what ailed you unless you were." "It is because I am not stuck on him that I am so anxious to beat him, as you fellows ought to be able to see." "Oh, that's it?
Excuse me! Well, now, how is he going to make a lot of lubberly freshies beat us ?" "He's found some men who can pull oars all right, and he has introduced a few innovations that will be surprises." "How do you know so much about it ?" "I have been investigating, and I am not the only one." "Well, what are his innovations ?" "The Oxford oar, in the first place." "What is that ?" "Two to four inches longer than our oar, with a blade five and one-half inches wide, instead of seven inches." "For goodness' sake, what is the advantage of such an oar ?" "I'll tell you.

With a short course and high stroke no set of men are strong enough to use the old oar and go the distance without weakening.
You must admit that." "Well ?" "With the narrow blades a longer oar can be used and the leverage increased.