“Yes, sir. May I run now?”
“As soon as you like.”
Wayne threw aside his wraps and limbered up. In a few moments he trotted back.
“All ready, sir.”
“Never mind the pistol; start yourself. I’ll keep an eye on you.” Wayne looked down threateningly at each hand, got on the mark and sprang away.
“Take it easy, Gordon,” called the professor, “and remember those arms!”
The arms behaved nicely until Wayne fell to wondering how fast he was going; then they strode up to his breast and remained unnoticed for a hundred yards. After that the boy kept one eye on the track and one on his arms and finally finished the three quarters.
“Hard work, was it?” asked Professor Beck with a smile.
“Yes, sir, kind of. But it won’t be so hard next time.”
“All right. Get your coat on and keep moving for a while. Then try the starts with the others.”