"Oh, that's the way with all Seniors," said Jack.
"I hope we'll not be," murmured Tom.
"Do you think we will?" asked George Abbot. "I wonder what makes Seniors think they're so high and mighty? Do you think we'll make this run? Will———"
"Foolish question number six thousand four hundred and twenty-one!" interrupted Tom, with a laugh. "Now if you're going to start on your interrogatory stunt, Georgie my lad, you'll make this run alone. I'm not going to get dry in the roof of my mouth answering questions."
"All right, I won't ask any more," promised the lad who was such a questioner.
"I wonder who are just ahead of us?" asked Bert, as he stopped a second to tie a loose shoe lace.
"Let's ask," suggested Tom.
He halted and hurled back this question at the checking Senior, who sat near the door of the gymnasium.
"Who's ahead of us, Rockford?"
"Let's see," and the checker consulted his slips. "Oh, Sam Heller and
Nick Johnson," he answered. "They've got four minutes start of you."