“What’s just it? You aren’t downhearted because you ran a bully race and won the meet, are you?”
“No, but—but other fellows when they win points for the school get—get recognition!”
“Recognition? Great Scott, chum, the fellows cheered you until they were hoarse! Didn’t you know that?”
“I—I didn’t hear much of it, but Arthur said they did.”
“They certainly did! Why, I’ve heard lots and lots of fellows say how plucky you were and how glad they were that you beat Jake Hiltz.”
“But I don’t get my Y,” said Gerald. “When other fellows do anything they get their Y or they get their numerals or—or something.”
“But none of the Cross-Country Team get a Y,” exclaimed Dan.
“I don’t see why they shouldn’t, though,” Gerald mourned. “Do you?”
“N-no, I don’t,” Dan acknowledged. “I guess next year they’ll change that. You see, chum, it’s a new sport here and it isn’t exactly recognized yet.”
“It’s just as hard work as playing basket ball,” said Gerald, “and if you play basket ball you get your two B’s.”