C—e—n—t—r—a—l, Central High!
C—e—n—t—r—a—l—h—i—g—h, Central High!
Ziz—z—z—z——
Boom!”
Bobby seemed to be fairly borne along on that yell. She started ahead and she kept ahead. Like a flash she went down the track and breasted the tape quicker than it takes to tell it.
“Bobby Hargrew! She’s all right!” sang the girls of Central High on the benches.
Then girls and boys joined in, and finally the other schools added their cheers to the paean of praise that sent Bobby back to the gym. building with a delightful glow at her heart.
“Good for you, Bobs!” cried Jess, who stood in the sun in her blanket coat. “That’s another of the points we need. Why, we’re going to wipe up the field with them.”
“But where’s Eve?” panted Bobby. “Has anybody seen her?”
“No. She didn’t come. She’s left us in the lurch——”