Stewart’s mother had welcomed victor and vanquished3 with impartial4 favor, although her pride and pleasure in her boy’s success was patent to all. Stewart’s father smiled near-sightedly at Trevor, and assured him that he had made a remarkable5 race, but his words didn’t disguise for a moment the fact that he had expected Stewart to win, and that he was somewhat surprised at Trevor’s thinking for a moment that he (Trevor) stood any chance of victory. Even Stewart appeared uncomfortable at his father’s tone, and strove to change the subject lest Trevor should feel hurt. But the latter was genuinely glad that Stewart’s parents had witnessed a victory for their son and had never[54] a thought of disappointment or envy. As to the reason for his sudden and unexpected giving-out, however, Trevor had little to say, and when Carl suggested that perhaps he had insufficient6 training since the recess7 he eagerly acknowledged that that might have had something to do with it.
“But I never had a hope of winning,” Stewart had cried, “after the second round! I just kept on going because—well, you know—just to make as good a showing as I could. When you fell behind I was so surprised that I almost stopped.”
The sixty-yard hurdle-race proved of exciting interest to Mr. and Mrs. Earle, and every one else, for that matter, and was won in the closest kind of a finish by a senior class fellow in the remarkably8 good time of eight seconds. The one-mile run followed, but failed to awaken9 much enthusiasm from the audience, who were impatient for the final event, the senior-upper middle relay race. When the mile run was half over Trevor shook hands with Mr. and Mrs. Earle, and, encouraged by their hearty10 wishes for his success, hurried off to the dressing-room. Kernan, captain of the upper middle team, took him aside and questioned him anxiously.
“I’m afraid you’re not very fit, Nesbitt. I was going to run you last, but I guess I’ll let Chalmers have the final and put you second. How do you feel?”
“Spiffin!” answered Trevor heartily11, “never felt better. Don’t get it into your noddle that I’m done up, old chap,[55] and don’t change the order on account of that two-twenty dash. That was judgment12 more than anything else——”
“Judgment!” ejaculated Kernan. “I didn’t see much judgment in it!”
“That’s your stupidity, Kernan. Can’t stop to explain now; but just you go ahead and let me run last, like a good fellow, and I promise you you won’t regret it.” Kernan frowned hesitatingly; then his face cleared and he slapped Trevor on the back.
“All right, Nesbitt; run last you shall. I don’t pretend to understand that two-twenty, but I’ll trust you to do your work. We’ve got a stiff race, I guess, but we’re not beaten yet. The seniors will put Taylor last, I expect; he’s a good man, all right, but if we can hold onto them until the last round I think you can down him. What do you say?”
“I say you give me a fairly even start with Roy Taylor, and I’ll beat him out!” answered Trevor doggedly13.
“That’s the stuff! Of course, I can’t promise the even start, but I’ll do my best, Nesbitt; and you’ll do yours, I know, and——”
“Ready for the relay! All out, fellows!”
Trevor, Kernan, and the other two members of their team, Chalmers and Johnston, hurried to the starting-line, followed by four very proper-looking boys wearing the senior colors. The band, hidden from sight by a fringe of shouting juniors at the end of the gallery, played for all it was worth. The seniors and upper middle fellows were[56] cheering the members of their teams individually and collectively, and the uproar14 was tremendous.
Professor Beck, athletic15 director, and at present that court of last appeal, the referee16, gave the instructions in quick, clear tones as the first two contestants17 stood on their marks. The professor was a short man who wore glasses, who always dressed faultlessly, whether for a principal’s reception or an afternoon on the campus, whose slightest turn of the head or crook18 of the finger bespoke19 authority, and whose voice, ordinarily low but incisive20, could swell21 into a very fair imitation of a speaking-trumpet on short notice. For the rest, he understood boy nature from A to Z, and beyond, and could turn a good track athlete out of anything except a wooden post, given the opportunity. Hillton fellows, when graduated from the narrow prejudices of the junior year, worshiped two local deities—Professor Wheeler, the principal, and Professor Beck; and there was a well-defined notion prevalent that should some beneficent Fate remove from the academy all the rest of the faculty22 things would not only continue undisturbed, but would run better than ever.
I have dealt at some length on Professor Beck because he is a person of much importance. When he dies—may the day be far!—his portrait will hang beside those of the founder23 and past principals in the chapel24, to be outwardly guyed and inwardly reverenced25 by succeeding generations of loyal Hilltonians.
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“Now, get them off quickly,” commanded the professor. The starter cried his perfunctory “On your marks! Get set!” and then the little pistol barked with all the ferocity of a toy spaniel, and the great event of the meeting, the senior-upper middle one-mile relay race, was on.
Johnston, for the upper middle, and a youth named Cummings, for the seniors, shot off together, and began their quarter mile as though they had but one lap to accomplish instead of six. The pace was too good to last, and every one knew it, including the runners, and so, when they had made the first round of the track, they slowed down as though by mutual26 consent, and went at the contest in businesslike style. Seniors and upper middle classmen cheered their respective candidates, and hurled27 taunts28 across the hall.
“The U. M. is a stupid pup Who laps his milk from out a cup; He may have sense when he grows up And gets to be a Senior!”
To this chanted aspersion29 the upper middle fellows replied with howls of derision, and started upon their own poetic30 catalogue of the deficiencies of the rival class, the first verse of which ran as follows:
“Said the Prof. unto the Senior: ‘You must alter your demeanor31, For such ways I’ve never seen; you’re Quite as awkward as a hen; Your walk is most unsightly, sir; Pray place your feet more lightly, sir, And always bow politely, sir, To the Upper Middle men!’”
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There were five more verses to it, and while it lasted the seniors, led by Dick and Todd, could only cheer incessantly32 and stamp their feet in a hopeless endeavor to drown the song.
Meanwhile the first quarter of the race was nearly over, and Johnston and Cummings, the former leading by a scant33 ten yards, were spurting34 along the back-stretch. Then the senior runner reached the line, touched hands with the next man, and dropped from the track tired and breathless just as Cummings came up and Chalmers took his place in the race.
As Johnston crossed the line Dick slipped his watch back into his pocket. “Fifty-seven and four fifths seconds!” he bawled36 into Williams’s ear. “Johnston ought to have done better by three fifths.”
Williams nodded. “We’ve got the start of them, however,” he answered.
On the second lap Clark, the senior runner, increased the lead to a good fifteen yards, and from there on to the finish, Chalmers, try as he might and did, could not close the gap, and the second quarter was finished in the good time of fifty-seven and one fifth seconds. Kernan, the upper middle team captain, entered the race with set, determined37 face, and ere the first lap of the third quarter had been reeled off had raised the flagging hopes of his classmates by a wonderful burst of speed that put him on equal terms with the senior runner, Morris. At the third corner[59] he secured the inside of the track, and kept it during the whole of the second, third, and fourth laps, although Morris tried hard to reach him.
The shouting from the upper middle seats was wild and continuous, and the swirling38 banners waved riotously39 over Kernan as, with head back and bare legs twinkling, he sped along, every instant now lengthening40 the space between him and the pursuer. And then suddenly the cheers and shouts of acclaim41 were changed to cries of alarm and dismay. There was the sound of a fall, and a white-clad form plunged42 to the floor and rolled over and over. Kernan at the third corner had tripped on the incline.
Morris, racing43 along but a few yards behind, leaped over the rolling body, stumbled, recovered himself after a few strides, and went on. Half a dozen fellows hurried toward Kernan, but he was on his feet again before they could reach him, and, although he was plainly bruised44 and sore from his fall, took up the running pluckily45, amid cheers. But his task was a hopeless one. Morris had used the misadventure to good purpose, and now between him and the upper middle captain a third of a lap stretched. Kernan, with white face, tried desperately46 to make up the lost ground, and even succeeded in doing so to some extent, but Morris’s lead was too great, and that youth swept breathlessly over the line, nearly a quarter of a lap to the good, and, touching47 the impatient, outstretched fingers of Roy Taylor, sank exhausted48 to the floor.
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Trevor, poised49 for a quick start, heard Taylor’s feet resounding50 over the first incline as Kernan, staggering by, touched his hand for a fleeting51 instant and toppled over. With a dash Trevor took up the running. A quarter of a lap was more than he had bargained for when he had professed52 his ability to beat Roy Taylor, but he was not discouraged. He knew Taylor well; knew that that youth was a fast and steady runner at quarter- and half-mile distances, but knew also that, while a spurt35 at the finish was quite within Taylor’s powers, a series of fast dashes had the effect of worrying and exciting him. Trevor laid his plans accordingly. He realized intuitively that he was in better condition than his rival for hard and fast work; he had run in the two-hundred-and-twenty-yard event, while Taylor had not been on the track before that evening; a fact which, in Trevor’s present good physical shape, worked to his advantage; his former race, despite his defeat, had served to put him into excellent condition for this one. He ran easily, maintaining the distance between Taylor and himself, and at the commencement of the second of the six laps constituting the last quarter of the race he was still a quarter of a lap behind.
“That’s good work, Nesbitt,” cried Kernan, who, sprawled53 out on a mattress54, was at last beginning to find his breath once more. The band was almost vainly striving to make its brazen55 notes heard above the shouting of the students, while pennants56 of class colors writhed57 serpent-like[61] in the air, and seniors and upper middle classmen hurled defiant58 cheers at each other across the intervening space. The lower middle boys and the juniors cheered indiscriminately, although there was a tendency among the latter class to uphold the seniors. Dick, Williams, Todd, and their companions leaned over the railing and watched the contest excitedly. Trevor and Taylor had begun the second lap, the former with eyes intent upon the youth ahead, the latter running with a great show of style, and with an easy and confident smile upon his face.
“Taylor runs just as he does everything,” grumbled59 Todd, “with one eye on the gallery.”
“He does like to show off,” assented60 Williams. “Hello!”
A roar went up from floor and balcony, and Roy Taylor, just mounting the second incline, turned his head to see Trevor coming up on him like a whirlwind. Instantly he leaped away, and the seniors, for a moment dismayed, gave voice to their relief and approval. Trevor settled down into his former pace, well satisfied, for by that unexpected spurt he had taken off nearly a half of the distance that had separated him from his opponent. Taylor, as soon as he saw the danger over, settled back into his former even but not extraordinary pace, and finished the second lap running well within himself. The third lap began with more encouraging prospects61 for the upper middle class.
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