"That confounded cramp caught me again," said John sullenly. "If it hadn't been for that, you couldn't have beaten me."
"That was unlucky for you."
"I could beat you by twenty-five yards if I felt all right."
"Boasting is easy," thought Ben, but he did not say it. He felt in too good humor over his second victory.
"We may have a chance to run again some time when you are in better condition," he said cheerfully.
"Maybe so," answered John dubiously. He felt that he had had enough of running against Ben.
Ben's acquaintances gathered about him, and congratulated him over his double victory. Boys whom he did not know sought an introduction, and he found himself quite a lion.
John Miles returned to the two boys who had accompanied him, and began to apologize for his want of success.
"I was awfully unlucky," he said. "I suppose that fellow thinks, because he has beaten me twice when I had the cramp, that he is a better runner than I am. Just see those fellows crowding around him! I suppose he will strut like a turkey-cock."
But this was doing injustice to Ben. He certainly had reason to feel pleased with his success; for it not only brought him a sum equal to two weeks' wages at the factory, but he received the congratulations of the boys so modestly that he won the good opinion of many who had hitherto been strangers to him.