“I thought you regarded him as the star of your runners.”
“He is the star in many ways; but there is another I think you have to fear more than Prince.”
“Who is it?”
“Bramwell.”
“Where has he ever made a record?”
“He has no record.”
“But you think——”
“He’s a better man than any one imagines—that is, any one except this Merriwell chap. Hang him! He watched the men from the observatory to-day, and he picked Bramwell out as the best in the lot for cross country, although Prince was there, besides Clyde and Sheldon, both of whom look more like runners.”
“How did he happen to select Bramwell?”
“I can’t imagine.”