“Wait a moment till the measurement is made,” said Frank Merriwell, quietly, as the tape was laid.
There was a great hush of expectancy, and then the voice of the judge was heard to declare:
“Thirty-eight feet and nine inches. Bruce Browning, of Yale College, has won over all by a margin of two inches.”
A moment of silence, and then the familiar Yale yell of victory pealed like a war cry from the lips of the college lads.
The Yale Combine had started out with flying colors.
CHAPTER XV—A HOT DASH
Wallace Random came around and congratulated Browning.
“You did a good job,” he said, “and we’ll have to take revenge off some of your friends. Don’t think for a moment that we mean to let you Yale fellows carry off all the honors.”
Benson came up and asked to be introduced. He proved to be a very pleasant fellow, and took his defeat gracefully.
“I did my best,” he declared. “I couldn’t beat it if I were to try a week. You won fairly.”