Andy joined the little party, and added to the fun. He never seemed to stop talking, and he didn’t seem to care whether any one listened.
“Prizes going to be given out,” cried Andy, presently, hurrying up stairs.
This was a signal for a general breaking up of the little party. As each of the three chums came in for a prize they had to be near the platform, where Mr. Wakefield, the athletic instructor of the club, gave out the trophies.
There was quite a jam of people in the main room of the club, where seats had been placed to accommodate the assemblage. The boys found it rather difficult to get near the platform, but finally succeeded.
Bob’s name was the first called. He blushed as he went forward to receive a fine diamond scarf pin that was the first prize in the amateur race class.
After several other trophies had been given out came the turn of Jerry to go forward and get the first prize for the three mile race. It was announced that the winner of this could have his choice of any article to the value of three hundred dollars. The money could not be given, as that would put the winner in the professional class, Mr. Wakefield said.
“We thought of giving a three hundred dollar piano as the first trophy,” said Mr. Wakefield, “but there is no obligation to take that, as it is not purchased. Now, Jerry, what would you like?”
“If it can be bought for that amount of money I’ll have a motor-cycle,” replied Jerry after a moment’s thought.
“That’s the stuff!” called Bob in such a loud whisper that it was heard all over the room, and caused considerable laughter.