In the various contests Yale was to be represented by her best men. There had been some uncertainty concerning the one who would wear Yale's colors in the mile run, but the belief grew that Duncan Yates, a junior, would be the one finally settled on by the committee in charge of the matter.
"Why don't you go into that race, Browning, old sylph?" grinned Danny Griswold. "You would astonish the public."
"Some time I'll sit on you, runtie," growled Bruce.
Stubbs remarked:
"That will settle it, as the sugar observed when the egg dropped into the coffee."
Rattleton threw a slipper at Bink, who grunted as it
struck him in the ribs, but serenely continued to smoke, his mottled face wrinkled into a quaint grimace.
"What is it that you want to say about the mile race, Browning?" asked Frank, his curiosity aroused.
"I want to say that I do not believe Yates is the proper man to represent Old Eli."
"He is fast, and he has a record."