"I fail to see why it is folly," cried Browning. "You are the man I have had in my mind all along."
"But I have no record."
"To the winds with your records! What we want is a man who can run. He'll make a record."
"Why do you think I can run?"
"I have seen you run, and I have heard the fellows tell about your speed. That is enough in your case."
Frank shook his head.
"It is not enough," he contradicted. "I know I have a record as a base runner in a ball game, but the best base runners are not always able to make good show
ings in races. Besides that, base running is dash work, and this is a case of running a mile. There is a vast difference."
"That's all right," spluttered Harry, quickly. "You can mun a rile—I mean run a mile with the best of 'em. I've seen you on a long run."
"When was that?"