"Is that right, Miss Chapin?"
"He can if he will," Jean asserted.
"Can he run?"
"He is the intercollegiate champion," declared that young lady, with proud dignity.
"And do you reckon he'd run for us and the Echo Phonograph of New
York and Paris, if we framed a race? It's an honor!"
But Miss Chapin suddenly recalled her brother's caution of the day before, and hesitated.
"I—I don't think he would. You see, he is an amateur—he might be out of training—"
"The idea!" exclaimed Miss Blake, indignantly. "If Culver won't run, I know who will!" She closed her lips firmly, and turned to the foreman. "You tell your friends that we'll see you get your trophy back."
"Helen, I—"
"I mean it!" declared Miss Blake, with spirit.