“A hundred and seventy-five yards. Tom Adams was over here yesterday while you were away and we decided on that distance.”
“It seems to me like a queer distance though,” said George. “How did you ever happen to hit on that?”
“Why, we wanted to make it a hundred yards and they wanted a two-twenty. We finally compromised on a hundred and seventy-five yards.”
“That’s fair enough,” said George. “How are we going to measure off these different distances?”
“Guess at them, I suppose,” laughed John. “It won’t make any difference whether they’re exact or not, I guess.”
“No, I imagine we’re not going to break any time records so we needn’t bother about such details,” agreed George.
“We haven’t had any practice so far to-day,” remarked Fred. “What’s the matter; are we afraid of getting over-trained?”
“That can be done easily enough, all right,” said Grant. “Don’t you remember what the track coach we had at school last year said?”
“He said I’d never make a runner if that’s what you mean,” laughed George.
“No, not that. What he said about training.”