“Yes! La Belle. He is that stuck on himself; he thinks he is a winner before he starts.”
“It's a good way to think, Mack. Now let us get down into the woods and have a bit of a practise in the 'get away.' How do they start here? With a pistol?”
“No,” replied Mack. “We are not so swell. The starter gives the word this way, 'All set? Go!'”
“All right, Mack, you give me the word sharp. I am out of practise and I must get the idea into my head.”
“You are great on the idea, I see,” replied Mack.
“Right you are, and it is just the same with the hammer, Mack.”
“Aye, I have found that out.”
For twenty minutes or so Cameron practised his start and at every attempt Mack's confidence grew, so that when he brought his man back to the platform he announced to a group of the girls standing near, “Don't say anything, but I have the winner right here for you.”
“Why, Mr. Cameron,” cried Isa, “what a wonder you are! What else can you do? You are a piper, a dancer, a hammer-thrower, and now a runner.”
“Jack-of-all-trades,” laughed Perkins, who, with Mandy, was standing near.