As they neared the bench a smattering of applause met him, but Monty scarcely heard it. “How far behind was the other fellow when I crossed the goal line?” he asked Davy.
“Do you mean Ordway?”
“No, I mean the—the Middleton fellow; the one who chased me all the way down.”
“There wasn’t any Middleton feller,” replied Davy. “They never had a chance.”
“What!” Monty sank to the bench, wide-eyed, open-mouthed. “Do you mean to tell me that I was running away from one of our fellows?”
“Ay,” answered Davy, with a chuckle. “It was you and Ordway alone after the forty yards, and you gained on him all the way!”
“Snakes!” groaned Monty.