Westby.

“I thought Lou wasn’t going to run, because of football; he hasn’t been
practising,” said Carroll.

“I know, but the Pythians have got hold of him, and Dennison’s persuaded
him it’s his duty to run. And I guess he’s good enough without practice
to win from scratch—giving that handicap!”

“Is Dennison the captain of the Pythian track team?” asked Irving.

“Yes.”

“And who’s captain of yours—the Corinthians?”

“Ned Morrill.”

“Morrill’s going awfully fast in the quarter now,” said Blake. “I timed
him yesterday.”

“They’ve handicapped him pretty hard. And he’s apt to be just a shade
late in starting—just as Dave Pratt is apt to be just a shade previous,”
said Westby. “It ought to be a close race between those two.”

“How much does Pratt get over Morrill?”

“Five yards. And if he steals another yard on the start—”

“Dave wouldn’t steal it,” exclaimed Blake indignantly. “You Corinthians
would accuse a man of anything!”