"This is right where Merriwell loses some of his glory.

Rains has beaten him." "This time, perhaps," admitted Snell; "but there is another jump to follow, and the best score made is the one that decides the contest.
You will find Merriwell is not beaten yet." "Why, you talk as if you wanted him to beat!" "Not much! I would give almost anything to see him beaten at everything he attempts.

Don't think for a minute that I am in love with that fellow!" The tape had been run, and now the announcement was heard: "Nineteen feet, one inch and one-third." Rains had beaten Merriwell by two inches on the second jump.
But the contest was not yet over, and there was a chance that Frank would finally redeem himself.
Frank's friends were disappointed.

Hodge showed deep chagrin in his face, as he drew Merriwell aside, saying swiftly and guardedly: "You're making a mistake, old man, if you are holding off for the last jump.

The second jump is the one to lay yourself out on always." "Perhaps I did," smiled Frank.
"What!" gasped Hodge.