“Remember what?” snapped Bobby.
“‘Loyalty to Central High!’ That’s the battle cry.”
“And right Nell is, Bobs,” interposed Jess. “We’ve got to give that girl the finest kind of a send-off when she goes into the field. Hearten her up! Never mind how mean we think her, remember she represents Central High, and the old school needs the points.”
“Quite true, girls,” said Laura. “When Lou goes out to jump, pass the word to the boys to give her an ovation.”
And just then there was some shouting at the gate, the crowd opened, and a figure dashed through wildly and made for the gym.
“It’s Eve! It’s Eve!” shouted Bobby, fairly dancing up and down.
Margit Salgo was right behind the country girl. She hurried with her to the dressing rooms, and before the broad jump was called, Eve appeared, cool, smiling, and quite like her usual self.
“Mrs. Case! I protest!” declared Lou Potter, standing before the physical instructor of Central High, as Eve approached. “This is my chance. I demand the right to make this jump.”
But the instructor only smiled and shook her head.
“Evangeline is in plenty of time,” she said. “You are merely a substitute, Miss Potter. Are you ready, Eve? Then, take your place with the other contestants. You are Number 3.”