Shute came to grief altogether at 5 foot 41/2 inches, and again, to our dismay, Catherall bounded over the bar at his first effort.

Shute's friends were in despair, and if that hero had been a nervous fellow he might have been the same.

But he was a very cool fish, and instead of losing his nerve, sat down on the grass and tightened the lace of his shoe.

Then he slowly rose to his feet and faced his task.

At that moment I forgot all about the three-legged race, and gave my whole heart up to the issue of this jump.