Dig and I were in, and had to beat 191/2 seconds.

I felt jolly miserable, I can tell you, at the start, and that ass Dig made it all the worse by fooling about just to show off, and making believe to spar at me, when he was shaking in his shoes all the time; Marky wasn't much better, for he came and said, `You'll have to run your very best to win it.' As if we didn't know that! He don't deserve a testimonial for doing a thing like that.

Next that ass Smedley went and made up to Violet just when she wanted to back us up, and I don't believe she saw a bit of the race till the finish.

It was enough to make any chap blue.

Then monsieur started us, and kept us waiting a whole minute (it seemed like an hour) while the second hand of his wretched watch was getting round.