Chapter 14 THE BOAT RACES

The day for the boat races dawned clear and bright. There was no breeze and the surface of Cayuga Lake was almost as smooth as a mill pond.

"What an ideal day for the contests!" cried Jack, as he and Andy walked down to the boathouse. "It couldn't possibly be better."

"If it doesn't blow up a storm by afternoon," answered the acrobatic cadet.