Fred explained how his stomach had come in contact with George’s foot and how, as a result, they had both been compelled to give up the race. The tale provided much amusement to the listeners and even Hugh, who had partly revived, joined in the laughter.
“I’m no mule though,” insisted George.
“You’ve got a kick like one just the same,” laughed Fred. “Tell me,” he continued, “who won the race.”
“Grant won,” replied Mr. Maxwell.
“Good work, Grant,” cried Fred. “Who was second?”
“Thomas.”
“When you tell me who was third you’ll also tell me whether we won the meet or not. Who was it?”
“John was third,” said Grant.
“John?” exclaimed George in mock surprise. “It can’t be possible.”
“Don’t get so fresh,” said John and he gave George a violent push which sent him flying off the end of the wharf into the water.