The events of the day were discussed from start to finish and the official summary of the meeting was passed from hand to hand around the board and the figures eagerly scanned.

“Great Cæsar!” muttered Don as he looked it over; “to think that two points moved from the first column to the second would have beaten us! It was a narrow squeak, Wayne; if you hadn’t finished a scant foot ahead of Sturgis——”

“Let’s see it,” said Wayne. Don passed the sheet to him, and this is what he saw:

Summary

1st place counts 5.
2d place counts 3.
3d place counts 1.
Hillton.St. Eustace.Northern Collegiate.Warrenton.Shrewsburg.Thracia Polytechnic.Maddurn Hall.
220-yard hurdles81
100-yard dash 5 4
440-yard run81
120-yard hurdles51 3
880-yard run 3 1
220-yard dash15 3
1-mile run53 1
Broad jump35 1
Pole vault 8 1
High jump18
Putting 12-pound shot1 53
Throwing 12-pound hammer8 1
Total42½39½127331

“It was close,” said Wayne, as he handed the summary on to Connor, who sat at his right. “And,” he added in a low voice, “when I think how nearly I lost the thing for you, Don, I feel like kicking myself back to Hillton.”

At that moment the door was burst open and Paddy’s flushed and exultant face peered in.

“Don’t want to bother you, fellows,” he cried, “but thought you’d like to hear the news. We won at Marshall; Hillton 4, St. Eustace 0!” He shied an evening paper across the room at Dave and disappeared again. As the door closed Professor Beck sprang to his feet.

“Now, boys, three times three for the nine, and every one yell!” And every one did yell. And then the paper was passed around and the brief account of the baseball game was read and reread.

“By Jove,” cried Don, “your friend Gray’s gone and done it again!”