The baseball coach, one of the Time-Keepers, hurrying by, heard the hail and waved his hand to the two boys in the stand.
“Have you heard from the hammer throw yet, sir?” called Durfee. Mr. Payson stopped, made a trumpet of his hands, and answered:
“It isn’t over yet, but we get 9 points sure!”
“Hooray!” cried Dan, while others who had heard sent up a shout of approval.
“That gives us 59,” said Durfee, excitedly; “59 to their 60! It all depends on the mile, Dan. If we can get first and third places——”
“If we can get first and second, you mean. What’s the good of a tie score? Maury can get first, I suppose, but have we any one who can pinch second? Can Goodyear do it?”
“He’s got to! My word, we can’t lose the meet now! Where’s Andy, I wonder. Some one ought to tell him——”
“All out for the mile!” called the Clerk of the Course.