Summary

Ian Hay The Lucky Number — A Sporting College (1923)

Bridget's boat skittered gracefully over the half-submerged stern of the helpless wreck that protruded from the bank, just as Stroke and Five of the St. Asaph's crew succeeded in getting their coxswain under for the third time.
How nobody was killed, nobody knew. There were no casualties: of course coxes do not count. St. Bridget's claimed their bump, which was allowed, and St. Asaph's returned to their rightful position at the foot of the river. Fortunately they had had their Bump Supper the night before.
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Ian Hay The Lucky Number — A Sporting College (1923)

Before I left the boathouse the apologetic captain led me aside, and asked me as a personal favour to be more polite to Five.
“Why?” I asked. “He is easily the worst man in the crew.”
“Yes, I know, but he was captain three years ago, and he likes to have his own way.”
“I wonder he does n’t stroke the boat,” I remarked acidly.
“He would,” said the captain simply, “only he weighs nearly fifteen stone, so he rows Five. He says he can manage the crew quite as well from there.
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Ian Hay The Lucky Number — A Sporting College (1923)

Asaph's, full of hope and vigour, once more took their places at the end of the long line of boats, determined to bump St. Bridget's this time, or perish in the attempt. Cox's rudder lines had been carefully sorted for him; but in some inexplicable manner he became hopelessly entangled with the starting-chain, the end of which the coxswain is supposed to hold in his hand until the starting-gun fires, in order to keep the boat from drifting.
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