“No. Why should there be?” inquired Holly quickly. “But the rules call for the posting of the names in that way, just the same. You don’t object; do you?”
“Not in the least. Say, that hurdle race ought to be sport,” and Sid thus changed the subject quickly.
“Well, Randall has a good chance for first prize,” declared Kindlings.
[CHAPTER XXIII]
THE BIG HURDLE RACE
“Come on now, fellows, all together!” cried Bean Perkins, the most redoubtable cheer-leader and shouter that Randall ever numbered among her sons. “All together, and we’ll give ’em a song to warm ’em up!”
“What’ll it be?” demanded a lad in the throng that was to urge on the sons of Randall in cheer and chorus. “‘Conquer or die,’ Bean?”
“Naw! Save that song until you see we need it. Give ’em something jolly.”
“How about ‘We’re Going to Wipe the Ground Up, With Boxer Hall To-Day?’” asked another.