Calvert did not look like a runner. He was a >od two inches shorter than Hugh, who lacked arly that much of six feet. Calvert was heavily ilt—a dark, brawny chap, both quick and powerl. Hugh looked at him and for a moment hated m. Although he did not phrase it so—in fact, did not phrase it at all—Calvert was his obstacle his race for redemption. Calvert won the hundred-yard dash in ten i:onds flat, breaking the Sanford-Raleigh record, ugh, running faster than he ever had in his life, rely managed to come in second ahead of his im-mate Murphy. The Sanford men cheered n lustily, but he hardly listened. He had to win 2 two-twenty. At last the runners were called to the startingie. They danced up and down the track flexing bir muscles. Hugh was tense but more deterened than nervous. Calvert pranced around
- ily; he seemed entirely recovered from his great
ort in the hundred. Finally the starter called L*m to their marks. They tried their spikes in h starting-holes, scraped them out a bit more,
- de a few trial dashes, and finally knelt in line at
I: command of the starter. Hugh expected Calvert to lead for the first hun:d yards; but the last hundred, that was where ilvert would weaken. Calvert was sure to be ?ad at the beginning—but after that!
