“Race won by Robert Baker!” he shouted. “Second was Timothy Wilson, and third William Jones. Time of the winner—”
But the crowd never stopped to hear what the official time was. With wild shouts, with the tossing of hats and canes in the air, they cheered again and again for Bob.
“He’s won the race! He’s won the race!” cried Ned jumping about and slapping Jerry on the back. “Now for our touring car!”
[CHAPTER XXIX.]
A TRIP OVERLAND PROPOSED.
Ned and Jerry had a hard time making their way through the throng to where Bob stood. The crowd evinced a desire to catch up the victor and carry him on their shoulders. That a boy of his age should have won a race where many veteran riders contested was no small honor, and the people of Cresville were proud of Bob. Even the girls went wild with delight.
“It was just grand!” cried Alice Vines.
“Oh, I felt like jumping up and down when you won,” came from Mollie Horton.