caused him to dash up the street as fast as he could run.

Naturally the appearance of the two running at such a headlong pace
aroused the attention of the passers-by, all of whom stopped to see what
it meant. Others rushed out of their houses, offices or workshops to
ascertain the meaning of the race, until the street was lined with
excited, anxious men, women and children.

"Is it fire?" asked an old, gray-headed man, and another, catching only
the sound of the last word, repeated it and thus a wild alarm was quickly
spread.

Meanwhile Jack North had found that he could not overtake his rival. He
was not a fleet runner, while the other had gotten a start of him, which
he could not hope to make up.

But he was too fertile in his resources to despair. In fact he was never
known to give up a contest which he had once fairly entered. This
persistence in whatever he undertook was the secret of Jack North's
wonderful success amid environments which must have discouraged less
courageous hearts.

Still it looked to his enemy, as the latter glanced back to see him
leisurely turn into a side street leading away from their destination,
that he had nothing further to fear from him.

"Thought you would be glad to give in," cried out the delighted seeker of
the situation at the engine shops, and believing that he had nothing
further to fear, the awkward youth slackened his gait to a walk.