Van Bibber and Others eBook

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picturesque rowing clothes as well.  They were fond of lying out of the current, with the oars pulled across at their backs for support, smoking and commenting audibly upon the other oarsmen who passed them by perspiring uncomfortably, and conscious that they were being criticised.  Hefty said that these amateur oarsmen and swimmers were only pretty boys, and that he could give them two hundred yards start in a mile of rough or smooth water and pass them as easily as a tug passes a lighter.

He was quite right in this latter boast; but, as they would call him a professional and would not swim against him, there was no way for him to prove it.  His idea of a race and their idea of a race differed.  They had a committee to select prizes and open a book for entries, and when the day of the races came they had a judges’ boat with gay bunting all over it, and a badly frightened referee and a host of reporters, and police boats to keep order.  But when Hefty swam, his two backers, who had challenged some other young man through a sporting paper, rowed in a boat behind him and yelled and swore directions, advice, warnings, and encouragement at him, and in their excitement drank all of the whiskey that had been intended for him.  And the other young man’s backers, who had put up ten dollars on him, and a tugboat filled with other rough young men, kegs of beer, and three Italians with two fiddles and one harp, followed close in the wake of the swimmers.  It was most exciting, and though Hefty never had any prizes to show for it, he always came in first, and so won a great deal of local reputation.  He also gained renown as a life-saver; for if it had not been for him many a venturesome lad would have ended his young life in the waters of the East River.

For this he received ornate and very thin gold medals, with very little gold spread over a large extent of medal, from grateful parents and admiring friends.  These were real medals, and given to him, and not paid for by himself as were “Rags” Raegan’s, who always bought himself a medal whenever he assaulted a reputable citizen and the case was up before the Court of General Sessions.  It was the habit of Mr. Raegan’s friends to fall overboard for him whenever he was in difficulty of this sort, and allow themselves to be saved, and to present Raegan with the medal he had prepared; and this act of heroism would get into the papers, and Raegan’s lawyer would make the most of it before the judges.  Rags had been Hefty’s foremost rival among the swimmers of the East Side, but since the retirement of the former into reputable and private life Hefty was the acknowledged champion of the river front.

Hefty was not at all a bad young man—­that is, he did not expect his people to support him—­and he worked occasionally, especially about election time, and what he made in bets and in backing himself to swim supplied him with small change.  Then he fell in love with Miss Casey, and the trouble and happiness of his life came to him hand and hand together; and as this human feeling does away with class distinctions, I need not feel I must apologize for him any longer, but just tell his story.

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