“Also-running, you mean,” laughed Walt. “You’re the finest little also-ran in the history of the school, Wendell!”
“Am I? Let me tell you something, Gordon. I’ll be running when you’ve quit. If I’m an ‘also-ran,’ you’re a quitter. You quit last Fall because Hyde had twenty yards on you in the next to the last lap. You thought no one——”
“That’s a lie! I turned my ankle on the board——”
“Did you? Well, you walked well enough five minutes later. Look here, I’ll bet you right now, anything you like, that I’ll win more points than you when we meet Lacon!”
“Don’t be a chump, Terry,” begged Hal.
“Oh, piffle!” sneered Walt. “You won’t even be on the track!”
“That’s my lookout. Will you bet?”
“No, he won’t,” said Joe. “And that’ll be about all from both of you. Now dry up. If I hear any more from either of you I’ll chuck you over the ledge. Is this what you chaps call a peaceful Sunday afternoon?”
“All right, I will dry up,” replied Terry. “But he heard me. And I mean what I said. And when the Dual Meet is over he will know it!”