"In fact, if I were you, I would either scratch him, or see someone else is in too, to make sure of it.
Unless you do, we lose it." "Do you mean he'd throw short on purpose ?" "My dear fellow, you are just beginning to perceive what anybody who isn't a born simpleton would have seen for himself a week ago." Ainger's brow clouded.

"I'll enter myself, then," said he.
"No you won't; enter Stafford.

Stafford won't get the mile, which you will.

A little success may keep him with us; otherwise the odds are he may go over to the enemy--_alias_ your friend Felgate." Ainger wrote Stafford's name down there and then.
In this way the two friends went through the list.

It was a strong record to beat, and if they were doubtful of themselves they were still more doubtful of some of their juniors.
For instance, Arthur, if he meant to win the long jump under sixteen, would have to clear 15 feet 8 inches; and Dimsdale, to secure the 100 yards under fifteen, would have to do it in 13 seconds.