“Lots; about two columns. He gives us about everything in the sprints, the mile, the pole vault, and the weights. According to his figuring, which, he says, is extremely conservative, Yardley is certain of seventy-two points.”
“Seventy-two? That leaves sixty for Broadwood. Well, I guess that is conservative. I’d say we’d get nearer eighty. Still, you never can tell what is going to happen at a track meet. Some one has cramps, and some one else turns his ankle, and the chap you expect the most from gets off his feed and runs himself out in the first lap, and—and there you are!”
“And where are you? Still, I can’t see how we can fail to win. I’ve been figuring myself. Chambers gives us only two points in the high jump, and only three in the half-mile. We can do better than that, can’t we?”
“I don’t know about the half-mile,” answered Arthur, “but if we get two in the high jump we’ll be doing well. They’ve got some peaches over at Broadwood. What about the broad?”
“Yardley 5, Broadwood 6,” replied Arthur, referring to the paper.
“I’d like to know how he figures that,” said Arthur. “Roeder ought to get first and Whitten second, to my thinking. How does he figure the pole?”
“Says you’ll get first and Myers and Cowles should get four points between them. He gives us nine.”
“Eight will be nearer, I guess. How did you get on to-day?”
“All right. Did a mile and a quarter. Don’t know what my time was, but I’ll bet Andy does, for I saw him look at his watch as I started and afterward he pulled it out again when I finished the fourth lap. I think, though, I made pretty good time. I was dying to ask him, but I knew he’d sit on me if I did. It’s only a couple of weeks to the twenty-third, Arthur, and it doesn’t look as though I was going to get let off, does it?”
“Why don’t you make a break at Collins? Ask him how much longer he intends to keep you on. I would.”