“Hang me if I didn’t know ye’d do it all ther time!” said Ephraim Gallup, proudly. “You’re ther same old hustler yeou useter be when yeou was at Fardale.”
“Thot’s roight, me b’y!” said Barney Mulloy. “It’s a pache ye alwus wur, Frankie.”
“Yaw,” agreed Hans; “you vos a chim dandy, Vrankie!”
The hurdle race was the concluding event of the tournament.
There were other contests and amusements to occupy the time between the dash and the hurdle race.
At last the hurdle race was called.
Then Frank was surprised to find Bart Hodge had entered for the race and was ready to run.
“Hello!” he exclaimed. “Isn’t this a new idea of yours?”
“No,” answered Bart. “I entered for this race yesterday.”
“You did? That’s queer! I knew nothing of it.”