It was the signal to spurt, and Tom put out his last ounce of strength in the leap forward. He breasted the tape, and, as he crossed the line he shot a hasty glance to either side.
He was alone! Langridge had faltered at the last. The Exter man was a poor third.
Tom had won the mile run!
[CHAPTER XXXIV]
SID’S GREAT JUMP
“Oh Tom!”
“Good old boy!”
“You did it! You did it!”
“I knew you would! Oh Tom!”