"He'll lose the race for us."
"Not if we other three gain on our laps as we should."
"He'll lose the race for us," repeated Specs despairingly, "and then, when it's all over, he'll laugh. I know him."
"Places for the relay!" shouted Horace Hibbs.
CHAPTER III
THE RELAY RACE
"It wasn't much of an argument," Scout Master Hibbs confessed to his relay team. "I simply suggested that we have each runner pass the little block to the next, rather than merely touch hands. Buck Claxton was the only one to raise any objection. He runs the last lap."
None of the four to whom he was speaking offered any comment. It was Jump Henderson who finally spoke; poor lame, disappointed Jump.