You notice, don't you, boys, that, look as you will, you can't see anything of either that Tip Slavin, or Leon Disney.

Now, when fellows who are as fond of outdoor sports as those two have always been, keep shy when such a great event as this meet is being pulled off, there must be a pretty good reason." "They may be somewhere in the crowd," Hugh went on to say, "because it'd be impossible for any single yellow to identify all that are in that solid heaving yelling mass of people.

Nick believes he has a fair chance of leading the pack, and that makes him feel happy.

I heard him say only yesterday that the one fellow he was afraid of in our whole bunch was K.K.; and now that accident has eliminated him, why, naturally, Nick feels more confidence.

In imagination he's already receiving the grand Marathon prize, and hearing the crowds yelling themselves hoarse." "Well," snorted Horatio, gritting his teeth in a way he had when aroused, "if that's what pleases Nick he's got another guess coming; for three of us are also in the game; and he's got to do some mighty tall sprinting in that last half-mile if he expects to win out.
Then there are a lot of other fellows in the run who may give him a pain.