Get your blood to moving.

One, two, three, four! Hump it! Hump it!" Their bodies streaming with perspiration, breath coming fast, their faces deeply flushed, Dick & Co.

bent to their paddling.
They were moving fast, yet not as fast as they should be moving and back.
"What on earth can ail our boys ?" cried Laura Bentley anxiously as she watched.
"They're moving fast," replied Clara Marshall.
"Yet not the way they should move," Laura insisted.

"There's nothing about them of the easy, brisk form that Preston High School shows to-day." "Don't hint at defeat!" shuddered Belle Meade.

"We might be able to stand a Gridley defeat, but the boys couldn't." Preston's canoe now rested on the water, ready to be aligned at the referee's order.