“I was. Only—oh, I got to thinking maybe I couldn’t run very fast, after all.”
“Piffle! We’ll have another trial, then. I’ll get Gordon to hold the watch at the start and I’ll time you at the finish. What do you say? Want to try it to-morrow?”
“No, I’d feel like a fool,” muttered Perry. “Maybe I’ll register to-morrow, anyway. I dare say it won’t do any harm even if I find I can’t sprint much. What about you and putting the shot?”
“I’m going to try for it, I guess. Baseball’s no good for me. They won’t even give me a place on the Second, I suppose. Guess I’ll talk to Felker about it to-morrow. You’re silly if you don’t have a try at it, Perry. You’ve got the making of a dandy sprinter; you mark my words!”
“If you’ll register for the team, I will,” said Perry.
“All right! It’s a bargain!”
CHAPTER VI
THE FALSE MUSTACHE
“Well?” asked Lanny.
Curtis Wayland shook his head and smiled. “He thought I was fooling at first. Then he thought I was crazy. After that he just pitied me for not having any sense.”