“He’s ’way behind!” growled Frost.
“He has three tries, if he wishes to take them.”
“I know he has. Merriwell didn’t try but once.”
“He didn’t have to.”
Necker’s first jump was not measured, for he had not made more than eighteen feet.
He took his time about returning and starting again.
The Eagle Heights men seemed to think he had little chance to defeat Merriwell, although they knew he could do much better than he had at first.
The second time he tried it was seen that he meant to do his level best. He flew over the ground in strides which gathered impetus steadily, and he came to the mark in a perfect manner.
Through the air he shot, his feet gathered beneath him. When it seemed that he must drop to the ground he kept on, flinging his feet far out, landing on his heels and coming up with an outswinging of his arms.