It consisted of sleeveless cotton shirts, white cotton trousers, knee-length, and with a red stripe down the sides, and thin, light boating shoes.
The total cost, per boy, was three dollars and eighty-three cents.
Certainly not an expensive canoeing uniform! There would be some express charges to pay in addition.
"You'll have about fifteen dollars left for anything else that you may need," suggested Mr.Wright.
"Yes; but we don't wish to spend it," Dick replied.

"It is only the thought of the Gridley High School that makes us decide on any uniform at all." "You couldn't have been more modest," smiled Bob Hartwell, as he thought of the more expensive uniforms of his own crew.
The telegram was prepared.

Mr.Wright signed it and sent it away.
Then he hastened to his office to prepare his own advertising matter.
As the Gridley girls were nowhere to be seen about the grounds, Dick did not inquire for them.

Instead he and his chums hurried back to the lake, where they put in another hour in hard practice.
Prescott kept his crew out on the lake, in about the middle, where his low---spoken directions could not be heard from the shore.
"Are we going to win, now ?" asked Dan Dalzell.
"How can we help it, when we are to wear such dazzling uniforms ?" queried Reade.
"We've got to do a lot of hard work tomorrow, and on Saturday morning," Dave added.

"I doubt if we yet paddle anywhere near the Preston High School performance." "We'll work hard to-morrow," Dick agreed, "but after that we will have to be satisfied with what we've done.