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THE FOOT RACE
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"He's thrown off his shoes. What's up, I wonder?" spoke Ritchie.
"He's gaining!"
"He's up to him!"
"Past him—huzzah!"
The spectators held their breath. Never had the boys of Bellwood School witnessed so sensational a foot race.
Bob Upton flew like the wind. He was five—ten—twenty yards in the lead of his laboring antagonist.
His face was colorless as he crossed the starting line. A flash of triumph was in his eyes, but Frank saw that he was reeling. Our hero sprang forward just in time to catch the falling champion in his outstretched arms—the winner of the race.
