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What is it, Don? Talk out; dont be so plaguey slow!
A Shrewsburg chap has gained fifth place and looks as though he were going to beat Beaming in the next twenty yards. What do you think of that? Jones and Wayne are both gaining. By Jove, fellows, we may get it yet! Lets go down to the finish; help me down, Dave.
If only Jones and Wayne can last, said Paddy, we could win, couldnt we? But Wayne Paddy shook his head as they descended from the stand and went toward the finish line. Do you think he can hold out, Don?
Don shook his head dubiously.
At that moment Wayne was wondering the same thing. He had surprised himself by staying in the race up to the present moment. He had entered the contest only to oblige Don. I dont ask you to hurt yourself, the latter had explained. Drop out when you are tired. It will be good practice and will save us from entering with only nine fellows. So Wayne had laughingly consented. As he had passed runner after runner in the first two rounds of the course he had begun to ask himself what it meant. Don had told him that he had the making of a good long-distance man, but he hadnt given much heed to the statement; apparently Don was right. After the first mile he had begun to suffer a little, and now, with the race almost over, he would like to have dropped out and spent about ten minutes lying on his back, but it seemed a poor thing to give up so near the end, and so he found himself still pounding away, with his legs very stiff and his breath apparently about to fail him at every effort. He realized that the ground had become softer and more slippery and that snow was falling. Then he crossed the track and struggled on toward the next obstacle, a three-and-a-half-foot hedge.
Wayne hated the hedges. He was too heavy to hurdle them well, and he invariably jumped short and lost precious time getting his feet untangled. Luckily he was done with that nightmare the water jump, since on the last round it was avoided and the course led over the brook by the railroad and thence straight down to the finish. As he approached the hedge Wayne drew himself together for a last effort, and at the take-off put all his strength into the leap. But unfortunately the turf was bare at that spot and his foot slipped as he jumped.
Thank goodness! he thought, when he had stopped rolling. Now I can lie here decently until the whole things over with!
But his sensation of joyous relief was rudely dispelled. Over the hedge leaped a boy with a blue monogram on his shirt, who, as he caught sight of Waynes predicament, grinned broadly. In a trice Wayne had struggled to his feet and had taken up the chase race again, rage in his heart.
He laughed at me, hang him! he panted. Ill just beat him out if I die for it!
The St. Eustace boy was several yards ahead already, but Wayne threw back his head and ran desperately. A roar of voices from down the field told him that the first man had finished. He put every ounce of strength into the struggle, thinking nothing of who was winning, only determined to beat the chap who had laughed at him. And as he crossed the railroad the knowledge that he was gaining on the St. Eustace runner brought joy to his heart.
Down at the finish line the air was filled with the cheers of the St. Eustace supporters, who, though few in number, were strong of voice. House had finished first and captured the individual championship and prize. And now, almost side by side, and struggling valiantly for second place, came the two Hillton men, Northrop and Moore, and the wearers of the crimson went wild with joy and shouted until both runners had crossed the line, Northrop in the lead, and had been led away to the dressing room.
Don was busy with pencil and paper now, while Paddy looked over his shoulder and Dave scowled up the course and waited impatiently for the next runner to swing into sight around the corner of the little knoll that hid the railroad track from the finish line. Then two white figures broke into view almost simultaneously.
A Shrewsburg fellow and a St. Eustace fellow! cried Dave. I think the last is Beaming. Yes, it is!
The runner with the green S won the line a good three yards ahead of the almost breathless Beaming, and a little group of Shrewsburg High School fellows broke into applause. Beaming had to be well-nigh carried from the course, although protesting faintly that he could walk.
Dons paper now held the following figures:
Two men each and were one figure ahead, whispered Don. Theres some one, Dave three fellows. Who are they?
St. Eustace fellow ahead, answered Dave.
Its Gould! cried a voice from near by, and the supporters of the down-river academy cheered wildly.
Hurrah! yelled Paddy. Erin go bragh! Theres good old Jones! And a Shrewsburg fellow hot after him.
Don tried to jump, but found he couldnt because of his strained ankle and contented himself with a hair-raising yell. Then he added a 6 to the St. Eustace score, an 8 to that of Shrewsburg, and a 7 to Hilltons row of figures. For Gould, Jones, and the Shrewsburg runner crossed the line in the order given amid the cheers of the three rival contingents.
Its a tie so far, shouted Paddy, as he added up the few figures. St. Eustace has twelve points, Dave, and so have we. By Jove! it all depends on the next man, Don, doesnt it? Can you see any one, Dave?
No one in sight yet. Lets hope the first will be a Hillton chap, fellows. But even if it isnt the scores bound to be close. Wonder whats become of Old Virginia?
That was a nickname that Paddy had bestowed upon Wayne Gordon in allusion to the latters native State.
Im afraid Waynes dropped out of it, answered Don, with a tremble in his voice, but still
St. Eustace wins!
Half a dozen voices took up the cry as a fleet-footed runner whose breast bore the blue monogram came quickly into sight. The three boys groaned in unison. St. Eustaces fourth man was speeding toward the finish.
Done for, whispered Dave.
Wait a bit! cried Paddy. Theres two of them there. Whos the second chap?
Paddy was right. Directly behind the St. Eustace runner sped a second youth, so close that he seemed to be treading upon the formers heels.
Its one of our fellows, Don! cried Dave.
I dont think so. I oh, why doesnt he come out so that we can see!
Im afraid its another Shrewsburg chump, said Paddy dolefully. Oh, hang the luck, anyhow!
Wait! cried Don. Hes coming out! There there he comes! Hes trying to pass, and and
Its Wayne! cried Dave and Paddy in unison.
And Wayne it was. Slowly, doggedly, he drew from his place back of the St. Eustace man and fought his way inch by inch alongside. The cheering spectators saw the wearer of the blue glance swiftly at the Hillton runner and throw back his head. But the boy beside him refused to be thrown off and down the course they came together, their tired limbs keeping time to the frenzied cheers of the throng.
St. Eustace wins! Kellers ahead!
Hilltons race! Gordon leads!
And then, high above the babel of a hundred voices, sounded a mighty shout from Paddy:
Come on, Old Virginia!
Wayne, racing along stride for stride with the St. Eustace runner, heard the cry and made a final, despairing effort.
And then the crowd was thick about him, Dave and Paddy were holding him up, Don was hugging him ecstatically, and the fellows were laughing and shouting as though crazy; and Wayne, panting and weak, wondered what it all meant.