“Oh, let the little fellow tell his story,” protested Dan.
“Go ahead, kid,” said Hodge good-naturedly.
“Mr. Sutherland asked me what were the five great races of mankind,” related Carlton.
“That’s dead easy,” remarked Ned.
“Maybe it is easy for you fellows. I thought it was easy myself, but when I told him that the five great races were the hundred-yard dash, the two-hundred-and-twenty-yards, the four-forty, the half-mile run, and the mile he didn’t seem to be a bit pleased with my answer. I’ll leave it to you fellows if that isn’t the truth. But Mr. Sutherland sent me out of the room.”
A shout of delight came from the boys and whatever of feeling may have existed apparently disappeared.
“You surely are coming on,” laughed Ned as he ruffled the little fellow’s hair. “You’ll be on the nine yet.”
“Do you really think I ever will?” said Carlton eagerly.
“If you keep on this way you’ll take Dan’s place in the box.”
“Speaking of the ‘box’—who’s going to take Dan’s place now?” asked Walter.