“Wait until the team race, though,” said Rindgely, darkly. “That’s where they’ll get us; you’ll see.”
“Don’t believe it,” said Harris, stoutly. “When does it come off?”
“After this, I think,” said Long. “Who’s got a program?”
“That’s right,” said Monroe. “Hello, Ware! Say, that was a perfect mess, wasn’t it?”
“Yes, it was,” growled Allan. “I never knew whether I was running this lap or the last one.”
“Or the one ahead,” added Harris.
“Thought you were going to do something,” said Rindgely. “You had a good chance.”
“Did I?” Allan responded, with intense sarcasm. “All right, only I didn’t know it.”
“Let’s get out of here and see the Harvard and Penn race,” Long suggested. “Where’s our team?”