Frank told Bruce all about the night run, and a lazy smile spread over the fat lad's round face as he listened.
"That's one on Pierson!" he exclaimed. "He thinks he is unequalled when it comes to a long-distance run, and I'll wager something that you have fixed him so he will fight to get you into that race. I can see him bidding you farewell! Ha! ha! ha! And then I can see him when you took your turn! Ha! ha! ha!"
Bruce laughed in a hearty manner, and, for some time they talked over the events of the evening.
"What sort of a fellow is Yates?" asked Frank. "I've never met him to have a talk with him."
"Oh, he isn't half bad," answered Bruce, in a somewhat noncommittal manner.
"I presume he will feel injured if I am chosen to run, instead of him?"
"What if he does? That's none of your business."