sure the fellow is, or isn't, Benson, I might be more willing to drop
this pace!"

Putting on a better spurt, as a last, desperate resort, Farnum did all
in his power to overtake the uniformed boy.

He seemed likely enough to do it--would have done it, no doubt, but for
a new trick on the part of the enemy.

Don Melville, seeing how matters were going, and being in much better
training, increased his own burst of speed, running as softly as
possible.

Then, with an exultant cry, Don leaped upon the back of Jacob Farnum,
catching him around the neck and bearing him to the ground.

"Run, Benson!" cheered young Melville, "He'll never catch you now!"




CHAPTER XI

WHAT BEFELL THE REAL BENSON


Whistling softly, the real Jack Benson went along cheerily to the
appointed place.

Being wholly courageous, there was no thought of dread in his mind over