“What’s going on over there?” asked Tom of his three chums, who were strolling about.
“Pete Backus is doing his annual Spring hop,” said Phil.
“Let’s go watch him,” suggested Sid.
“He’s getting in training for the games,” declared Frank. “I think I’ll enter myself if they hold ’em.”
“Well, there’s been a lot of talk lately,” put in Tom. “Exter Academy is hot for ’em, and I understand Boxer Hall and Fairview would come in with us, on a quadruple league for the all-around championship. But let’s look at Backus.”
“How much?” cried the long-legged lad as he made his jump. “Did I beat my record?”
“Sixteen-nine,” announced a lad with a measuring tape.
“I’ll make it seventeen!” declared Grasshopper. “Oh, hello, Tom!” he cried. “Say, are you going in for it?”
“For what?”
“The games—new league—didn’t you hear about it?”