“If you get it we’ll have some jolly fun,” spoke Jerry. “Think of what we could do with it! Why, we could even make a trip overland!”
“That’s what we’ll do if our folks will let us,” agreed Bob. “Think of going across the United States in a touring car!”
The athletic contests were soon over. Mr. Wakefield spied Bob in the grand stand.
“You’ll have to come out of that,” he cried with a laugh. “We want you.”
“What for?” asked the boy.
“The winners are to be formally announced in the club house, and their certificates are to be awarded. Come along!”
Rather against his will, for he did not like to be shown off before a crowd, Bob went. His two chums followed. The main room of the club house was filled with people who had witnessed the races. At the sight of Bob they set up a cheer, and the boy would have escaped had not Mr. Wakefield gently detained him.
Then came the announcements of the prizes, and the statement that Bob had come in first, and won the grand trophy, which was to be anything he might select at a cost of two thousand dollars.
“And here is a certificate to that effect,” said Mr. Wakefield, handing him an engraved card. “When you make up your mind what you want, let me know and you shall have it.”